TOMORROW IS FOREVER.
The space is empty and the quiet is deafening
Thought tomorrow would be forever,
But the reality of it is time.
It deceives and implies comfort
Time passes yet everything is at a stand still
The space becomes eerie, as the cold touches
Tossing, turning the screams falls on deaf ears
This is not sleep, this nightmare is real
One final touch and the heart sears in pain
Tomorrow is not forever, but good-bye is
A wish to turn back time is futile
And to change this place to another space…
Because tomorrow is forever…
© Errol Anderson