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