Every morning, I wait for the fog to clear.
Every day, a shadow overwhelms me.
I see clouds roll in and they block the sun.
I know I have failed yet one more time.
I have been alone for years.
I had friends that could bring me up.
We laughed together to help me smile.
When the day becomes dark
I forget how much people care.
Soon I’ll get better.
W. Wayne B.
New poetry book: Eyes of Hope
Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb
© 2016 W. Wayne B.