This Day Brought No Gifts Poem by Lora Colon

With cruel cunning this day has come and gone,
Though wished for, no gifts did it bring to me;
The sun reluctantly announced the dawn,
Not one bird could I find to sing to me

No matter the path, I walked it in vain,
No one offered a kind word nor their smile,
A cheerful expression I had to feign -
That being burdensome after a while

Strolling my garden I sought solace there,
Gathering roses, thorns pricked my finger,
Hopelessness and woe hung thick in the air,
With dusk at hand, I chose not to linger

O, the searing pain of being alone,
Doubting, yet hoping love might find me;
This day has failed me and can not atone
For all these hopeless longings that bind me

I shall not forget nor forgive this day,
Such affronts sadden and torture my night,
And this chaplet of misery shall lay
Upon my heart like a perilous blight

Like a child anxiously seeking delights,
I greet each morn with new hope in my heart;
But a thousand days and as many nights
Saw my dreams perish and watched hope depart

Too long my lonely laments have been sung,
Do I demand too much when I implore
Just a drop of love to moisten my tongue?
(This much granted, you'll hear from me no more)

'Tomorrow bears the gifts for which you've yearned! '
How flat and meaningless these words become
As a page from yesterday's book is turned,
And once again to its lies I succumb