Dawn & Dusk

A poem brews
In a hidden room
My hunched back cracks
As I stir the giant spoon

I am marinating in misery
Stewing in sadness
Feeding this frothing pot
Of anger and madness

So then I add
A powerful ingredient
That can redeem these musings
From their malfeasance

And this pot of
Writhing misery and dread
Swirls into a rich soup
Of vibrant hope instead