The future is certainly not looking bright

Darkness engulfs us, blocking all light

We are all so misguided

Our fate is decided

There is no use to put up a fight

Tomorrow may seem a bit bleak for us all

With horrid disease and financial fall

But fear not my friend

This is not the end

Stay hopeful, be strong and stand tall

A/N: My entry for Poets Pub's May contest part 1; write a poem about facing the future, that includes both «the glass half full» and «the glass half empty» perspectives.