The Day after Tomorrow
My first attempt at a poem. I decided to explore my need for tomorrow and the disinterest of being in the present.
I saw the cold nowadays of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the tonight.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the tonight,
Gently it goes - the perfect, the gelid, the insensate.
One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why isn't the bed more little?"
A bed is giant. a bed is life-sized,
a bed is never what it seems to be.
A day, however hard it tries,
Will always be dull by the end.
A day is fool. a day is cuckoo,
a day is draining, sucking the life of me.
The day that's really eerie,
Above all others is the dawn.
Are you upset by how addled it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the dawn so soon?
I cannot help but stop and look at the next sleep.
Down, down, down into the darkness of my eyes,
Gently it goes - the side by side, the close, the future,
The next day that will bring me tomorrow.