Tomorrow May Never Come {An Original Poetry}

in Proof of Brain3 years ago

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Leave them be,
and watch tears
from the eyes run free,
filtered memories engraved
on our stony hearts,
to wander off again,
and with our deepest
desires, like footprints
on the sands of time,
watch! as it
dissolves into a song,
plucking a tune in our hearts,
soft striking but violent,
tragic lullabies, a reminder
of pain so beautiful,
like tragic comedies,
like hummed eulogies,
nothing compares
to the worst of our nightmares
what if...
we then feel nothing?


If tomorrow never comes,
know it's because
sun refuses to dawn,
or I forgot to wake up,
and when time, the one thing
faster than nemesis,
catches up with our secrets,
secrets shall not stand,
but scramble off like chaff
sundered by the wind,
and make clowns
out of mighty men,
though dreams shall fly,
but into the inevitable, the unknown!
what of memories unnerving?
coast clear like clean slate,
nothing matters,
once ghosted,
it's just a minute silence,
for moments of our passing.


Leave them once again,
allow them free flow,
like rain that falls,
and here comes renewal,
like early morning dews,
cool and very reserved,
wrinkles in the face,
speaks volume of times passing,
also putting us in a compromising
situation, where all could be over
in a tick, like a dead clock,
ludicrosity, yet same insecurity
for both old and young
time, its inevitability
like descending sentences,
and like outlaws who took charge,
broke free, now roaming street,
like a walking disaster
but bidding their time.


Tomorrow shall not always
avail itself, and today won't be
forever, every ounce of breath
counts, even if it be sneezing,
or shall we soar in the newness
of the surreal?
idleness will birth regrets
with surety
when climbing the sky wearies
the sun, and as dusk creeps in,
all that's left is nightfall,
darkness of the ages,
a time when ableness crumbles
and bones break, time shall replay
a time in our hearts, then we'd wish
that we could have done things
somehow different,
but many would have lived vanity
and with a crazed mentality,
like what if tomorrow never comes?
so they just live for the moment.



Written and edited
By @aduragbemi
Erinkitola Aduragbemi
8th May, 2021

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