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 into 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.