History of Today

I earn my tomorrow

Because today had so much pain

Just have to focus ahead

Maybe it'll be better

 

I sojourn my tomorrow

Shouldn't be such a worrisome woeful trip

When my eyes are on the storm

Stirring hope is too much a bother

 

I burn my tomorrow

My heart filled with misery soaked ash

Too many times being erased then forgotten

As spilled ink wicking into the blotter

 

I learn my tomorrow

From the history of today

Put the agony behind me

Hope my heart won't be hardened and bitter 

This poem is about: 
Me

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