tomorrow

why do some people tell others that there is always tomorrow.. if tomorrow doesn't come?

she hides behind a mask

she is silent, and no one asks

whether she is okay,

whether she is fine

but questions unasked

remain unanswered

she holds her fate in her hands

rips it up, tears it to pieces

her hollow voice,

stripped of its melody

and her eyes are dull

her soul is twisted

she writes, pen poised

a letter, to those

who should have cared

who should have known

her words turn

to her demise

her memory now hangs

from a fragile thread

because they told her

look forward to

tomorrow

but tomorrow never came

Reviews

[Valkyrie Warrior]

Wow what a powerful piece!!! I love it!

[hannah]

thank you so much!!

[Valkyrie Warrior]

You are so welcome