Stand

 When the night's the darkest black

and you're nearing journey's end,

don't look forward, don't look back,

and for pity's sake don't bend,

for will is all that you have left

to get you through the awful now.

Think not on life's warp and weft,

and do not wonder how

you're going to face a worse tomorrow,

if tomorrow deigns to come

In any case you've got to borrow

strength when you at last have none,

and stand erect before death's door

when you don't know what you're standing for.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is STUFF.

The keyword for this week is STUFF,

another post, another song,

but I have really had enough,

and I don't know how to go on.

The nights are long, no counting sheep 

because the bones sullenly ache

far too much for any sleep,

and I think there must be some mistake 

that was made by angel-scribe

in setting out what is my life;

perhaps the cherub did imbibe

a spirit that cut like a knife

and feeling sick as sick can be

thought to take it out on me.

Sylvia will stand with me.