Everyday Is One Day More

yes one day more
another day another pain
another sorrow another rain

it is this waiting of the big day
that keeps us waiting
for the big day

what is it really that we are waiting for?
what is that big day?
i do not mean death. It is night.
i speak about the big day
when light comes to
defeat darkness
i speak of joy and bliss and happiness
when they come
and make a feast
because i we have become
triumphant
because we have conquered this darkness
because we have finally understood
the reason of sorrow
the purpose of pain
the justifications that like naked truths are still
dressed with the confusions of our mind

the big day comes sooner
and then we shall all be free!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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