Bring Poem by Mountain Man

a better day for too
many have died in the last
year.
bring me grace for what I
have seen.
Seen her
from somewhere down
the dark alleys of this dream.
Wake up for another
day has bloomed.
bloomed into what but
she is not there.
how long do I
have to pray for everyone has
their mate
but me what curse is there to
.
but I will wait.
Wait for her
and
if she is there.
I will rest.
I will live more
A waiting game in the blackest of night.
Night brings its day.
Pt.2 later
On this Friday a better understanding is near.
Near this valley I will grieve as
the sun goes down,
the darkness fades into spades.
Spades, the queen comes a wondering.
wondering if her king
would be met.