Never ending tomorrow

The night brought pain    of an ever tomorrow    but sleep would ease the pain When dreams would seem to stretch    dreams seemed so clean, but then    you wake up “Tomorrow will be better” They say    when is my tomorrow?    When tomorrow ends another begins Days drag on dirt and drum thoughts draining you   Until I go to sleep    And dreams begin How bad can tomorrow really be?     If only I could sleep    But I can make it.     

This poem is about: 
Me

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