Tomorrow

I watched the sun peek out

Over the empty arms of fall 

I see the light skewed by lonely branches 

The air is just begging to bite when it calls

 

Tomorrow, Tomorrow 

It's always just a day away 

But there's a tone in it's voice

That tells me the world has nothing left to say

 

Now I stride through dead leaves

Looking for some reminant of me 

The once peaceful light of day

Has become a tumultous shade of gray 

 

Tomorrow, Tomorrow 

It's always just a day away

There's a tone in your voice

That tells me the world has lost it's way

 

Comments

Blood_Rainicorn

new poetry again today! enjoy!

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