Future

A poem about what happens when I look into the future.

When looking into the future, 

I see a living room of my future home.

I see a beautiful home, 

more comfortable than where I am now. 

Slowly into view, 

the faces of those who will come into my life appear. 

Predicting what they look like, 

is more than difficult. 

When I look to my future husband, his face is blank.

Blurred or as if its forgotten. 

When I look to my two future children, 

a boy and girl, their faces are blurred as well. 

I try to focus to see who they are, to even know their names,

but nothing comes to mind. 

Why is the future so uncertain,

and why is there so much left unknown?

If I could only see whats ahead of me,

maybe I wouldn't feel so alone. 

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

this really comes back around at the end...like it much
seeing the future would rest easy your mind now-interesting thought
thank you for sharing

[Zap-the-awesome]

You ain't th only one!! I think most ppl feel that at some point in their lives. I know I do (but opposite gender of course)