Oh my dear tomorrow
Come rescue me from the suffering of today
Make me whole
Help me move on and through the thickness of disappointment
They said you would come but I cannot see you near
With squinted eyes I only see charred trees
Of which threaten to collapse upon my small body
Days like today
Like now I forget how to smile
How to enjoy the wonders of this ever-changing world
I am not at home
I want to be in my snug bed
The comfort and familiarity
Slowly the day draws me into the mud
Deeper and deeper
I beg to go home
I beg any god that cares to listen to my pleas
Please let me go home
Tomorrow
The tomorrow that will never come shall be my savior
A shadow
A ghost
A wisp of hope
Do me a deed
Do not lay a hope in my heart that does not exist
My suffering is now my mentality
Will I ever be all right?
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The Unspoken Life
PoetryMy salad of words... though far more delicious than salad perhaps a tray of deserts for the mind's eye. Enjoy!
