the thing called tomorrow
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
591
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
the thing called tomorrow
the thing called tomorrow
by: Innerchild
the threadbare lightning casts shadows
over withered faces as voices
with no faces stare at me wide-eyed.
with the color draining out of their cut off flesh,
their eyes watch the light running through
my body as it hits the wall and starts back over,
hitting wall after wall until the song screams trapped.
the tingled electricity searching for somewhere to be,
wondering where i belong in Dante's Inferno.
should i leave with the omnipotent one,
or live freely with the earthly beast?
or run through things called memories
and dance with the fickle leaves?
would it be better to believe or to just be?
sing to the rain clouds that create dust
and shower me with diamond cut hail,
cutting into the tired flesh,
trying to release the golden light
that i think is Just.
bruised skin over fire raining down on my head
suits me best, though the promise
of the thing called tomorrow screams
truthful lies into the night sky.
plunging head first into the ice-cold sea
after ripping off the torn and jagged fingernails,
only to rise out of the ashes anew.
watching the boxer fall and lie there,
feeling lifeless and crushed; defeated,
wondering where we belong.
where we will visit to once
the light escapes and disperses into
thousands of pieces that continue the search for
the promise of the thing called tomorrow
by: Innerchild
the threadbare lightning casts shadows
over withered faces as voices
with no faces stare at me wide-eyed.
with the color draining out of their cut off flesh,
their eyes watch the light running through
my body as it hits the wall and starts back over,
hitting wall after wall until the song screams trapped.
the tingled electricity searching for somewhere to be,
wondering where i belong in Dante's Inferno.
should i leave with the omnipotent one,
or live freely with the earthly beast?
or run through things called memories
and dance with the fickle leaves?
would it be better to believe or to just be?
sing to the rain clouds that create dust
and shower me with diamond cut hail,
cutting into the tired flesh,
trying to release the golden light
that i think is Just.
bruised skin over fire raining down on my head
suits me best, though the promise
of the thing called tomorrow screams
truthful lies into the night sky.
plunging head first into the ice-cold sea
after ripping off the torn and jagged fingernails,
only to rise out of the ashes anew.
watching the boxer fall and lie there,
feeling lifeless and crushed; defeated,
wondering where we belong.
where we will visit to once
the light escapes and disperses into
thousands of pieces that continue the search for
the promise of the thing called tomorrow