Rereading old diaries in disbelief
wondering what happened to tomorrow.
I had hopes.
I had dreams.
Now both are as barren
as a wasteland.
Clouds darken
over my heavy heart.
Tomorrow has expired
and I feel deflowered by time.
As a bottom heavy hour glass
mocks my pain,
I mourn the loss of tomorrow
and try to salvage what’s left of today.
wondering what happened to tomorrow.
I had hopes.
I had dreams.
Now both are as barren
as a wasteland.
Clouds darken
over my heavy heart.
Tomorrow has expired
and I feel deflowered by time.
As a bottom heavy hour glass
mocks my pain,
I mourn the loss of tomorrow
and try to salvage what’s left of today.
