Blanket

Metaphorical type poem about the future and my perception of it's very essence.

Never arriving, always present.

Presenting itself in the backs of minds, and on the front lines of ambitions.

Laying like a luxurious quilt, capable to suffocate and strangle.

The unavoidable future.

The future blanket upon my mind.

Able to console me, to hold me as if I was a glutton of infancy.

But holding the ability to consume, to smother, to deny.

It could fall, leaving no light inside me.

Blanketing, a word meaning total application.

Leaves me with no choice but to

Apply myself, for self comfort, and for the warmth of comfort over His creation

I can make it.

I'll never truly reach it, but in my early minds I will.

Until I look from that later day, and realize this still.

It was really and truly alright

But this future still hasn't come.

Author's Note

Metaphorical type poem about the future and my perception of it's very essence. Needs work, but interesting concept there. Some very abstractly scattered rhyming.