As It Will

By Dave Turner

Middle of the night
Neighborhood quiet
Except for the sounds of a few cars
On the interstate highway
Speeding by
Just over the hill.

Middle of the night
Feeling desperate
Cigarette burning outside the door
Smoke floating past the floodlights
Like from a fire
The slow kill.

Ember burning bright
Inhalation of regret
Knees nearly to the chest
Sitting on the back stairs
Torturous time
Another pill.

Ember burning bright
Down to the filter
Shivering in the cold night air
The first birds, early morning
Before dawn
Feel the chill.

Engaged in the fight
That comes in the dark
When sleep is evasive
Curled up on the couch
With the TV on
Unpaid bills.

Engaged in the fight
That continues into dreams
When sleep comes at last
Some parts black in fast forward
Until eyes open
Alive still.

Now the sunlight
Through venetian blinds
Makes a pattern of lines
On empty bottles on the table
Now to remember
Glasses filled.

Now the sunlight
Has come at last, yellow
World keeps turning
A yet unfinished ride
Remembered pleasures
Now unfulfilled.

But everything’ll be alright
Hope is not dead
Begin the mantra
And rise into the day
That light that came at last
As it will.

Everything’ll be alright
Hope is not dead
Begin the mantra
And rise to something higher
In the light that came at last
As it will.

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