As the moonlight shines through my windowpane.
A new crisis I've come upon....
there seems to be no light
at the end of my tunnel..
I don't think I can go on.
Yet another burden to bear in the dark,
no sign of hope in sight.
My problems only continue to magnify.
Will there be no end to this night?
Now I see the first rays of the morning sun.
My crisis is now over and gone.
Things are never as bad as they seem;
it's always darkest before the dawn.

Poem copyrighted by Bo Bandy.

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