Another Day

[Medieval Bob]

Once more I end
a dreadful day.
I don't know how
I persevere this way.

To this night I plunge
with heavy heart.
Then, from dreamless sleep
I awake with a start.

A beautiful lover's
reassuring sight
is not by my side
this lonesome night.

I share this cold bed,
this shadowy, dismal room
with my only only companions:
Misery and Gloom.

I do not drift
to a peaceful sleep.
I do not doze.
I only weep.

Devoid of animation,
my body inert,
my pain is intense
but without tangible hurt.

I do not sleep,
for sleep implies rest,
and no comfort shall be gained
with this pain in my chest.

But I will persist
to trudge on this way,
for tomorrow may drive
these sorrows away.

A time to mourn,
an occasion to play,
no matter what it may be,
tomorrow is, always, Another Day.