Poetry Tomorrow: A New Day or The End?

Sexy Beast

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I can sense the sadness throughout my heart,
I can feel my senses beginning to fall apart,
Microscopic levels of war brew inside.
A little part of me begins to die.

Tomorrow might be a new day,
But today all I feel is hate—
Hate for myself, and all around me;
I can feel a dark moon that begins dawning.

Yesterday was happiness,
Today is hate.
Tomorrow is a new day,
But what happens when you begin to fade?
Does everyone forget about your existence?
Or do they simply erase?

I cannot answer these questions
Without questioning myself
I can only ask what it’s like to live in hell?
An emptiness only I can feel because
I am nothing but an empty shell.

Eyes will be seen looking my way,
It seems today isn’t my day.

I do not know what to feel,
What to think or what to do?
Look at me; I’m a fool —
A fool who believes in miracles.
I have nothing, not even a chronicle.

Heart now broken,
Senses torn apart
My emotions soaking
And tomorrow is looking
To be quite a day.
 
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