Time, after time, after time
I sit at this keyboard, to tap out a rhyme
not right, to beg steal or borrow
will it all be brighter tomorrow?

I sit here now, rakin’ thru’ the hair on me head
really, I should be goin’ to bed
I normally write of such pain and sorrow
will it all be brighter tomorrow?

The writer's block, they tell me it's norm
I never did write, from the day I was born
nor, no poets did I follow
will it all be brighter tomorrow?

Now, I be on me own sittin’ here
bitin’ me nails and shakin’ in fear
gotta get out of the doldrums, and not wallow
will it all be brighter tomorrow?

TeAnne © Sept 18. 1998

Darkness
               Deadly
                           Demons
                                        Delight
                                        Carnivores
                           Creatures
              Captivate
Catacombs
               Empires
                           Eclipses
                                        Evil
                                        Midnight
                           Madness
               Mystical
Moon.