Tomorrow never comes

it’s been a million years
since the lid has fallen,
and the piled things are
now mountains,
like gigantic walls,
blocking the merry sun,
and there’s no breeze
from the green sea.
I lost the vision
of my lovely courtyard
of roses and chirping birds.

I always linger on bed
like a corpse, and let
the dust fade me.
my clothes are wrapped
by cobwebs, my school-
books are scattered
amid the torn pages
of poetry…..

and whenever the rain
lashes, I cry and cry,
tomorrow I’ll pray.
and whenever the wind
swirls, I cry and cry,
tomorrow I’ll be good..

but the tomorrow
never comes…

© Sanna Wren

Image is taken from Pinterest.

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