Tomorrow

By Usayd

Peer through my curtain up at the dark sky
expecting stars but only clouds up high
It’s hard to sleep as the blackness swallows
lying awake wondering if I’ll see tomorrow
Why remember death, when life is here?
seems my answer falls on truly deaf ears
much easier to avoid as ‘tragic incidents’
every soul will taste it – coincidence?
this is tiring, write about something else
perhaps I’ll brag about the ultimate wealth
or fast cars, jewellery and lots of women
This is how to live, I’m winning I’m winning!
BAM.
“Boys life cut short in unfortunate accident”
What have I done, is this really happening?
I was being safe - this is some kind of mistake
you really think his life I wanted to take
mother comes screaming, pain and sorrow
I’ll repent for my sins, I will – tomorrow.

This entry was posted on Monday, November 19th, 2007 at 5:40 pm / 09 Dhul-Qadah 1428AH and is filed under Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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