Edge of Tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow to come when all is right in the world
The smell of sweet freedom
too far in the distance.
Longing for what used to be
on the outside of the world.
Tomorrow,
will it come true
for me to break free
from the cage we are imprisoned in
during his time?
Position we're pu,
nothing to be desired.
Always for one day to end
and the next to come.
Breaking out of his senseless routine,
to feel he sun on our faces,
air hitting our skin.
Waiting on the edge of tomorrow.
Hoping today will be the day
the chains will be cut,
bars raised,
and we can all return to our lives
as they once were.
Whenever tomorrow may come,
for we don't know how soon
it will be.
A festive noise will be heard
throughout the world.
Screams of joy
that no one can hold us as prisoners
anymore.
Dreams and hopes
crushed by something
beyond our control.
Hunger consuming us
waiting for a genuine new day.
Author's Note: During this time all of us longing to go back to our lives and living them as we pleased. And we can't wait for the tomorrow to come when that is possible.
About the Creator
Christine Antosca
I am a freelance writer who writes novels as a ghostwriter. I am also a poet. I love to read. Writing poetry is my passion because I really can put my emotions into words when I’m writing poems.
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