Can a brighter day inspire me?
Somehow I feel my misery
keeps helping me write poetry.
A bitter truth to a dubious passion...
Perhaps from here I draw compassion.
Problems galore and lacking spirit,
I can't judge others while I'm not fit.
Dear sun invoke me with your shine.
Wipe out this endless gloom of mine.
How long will sadness be my means
to forge the art that dazzles me?
Grant me power to make all smile
-- writing and rhyming all the while.
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