Another day!

Many a muse
In its hay day.
Now bore the
Depression.

My life a gaping
Hole. Inside the
Positive goes out
Comes the confusion.

Want so many,
Yet have none.
The penniless
Strike fear,
And the rich
Befall calamity.

The enjoyment
Of life is few.
Many others stuck
In a gaping hole.
Counting many days.

Like today
I would love an adventure.
But another quiet day.

Give me the gift
Of a journey and
I will meet you there.

May words guide
A new light on the
Traveler.
No matter how worrisome
Theirs a place to go.

With a new friend
A weary traveler.

-Briana Jaramillo