In seperate worlds, they breathe now;
so sad, these worlds, like coffins,
each silent to the other,
yet life be ever present,
just enough to offer Chance, Time...Hope-
for two Hearts beating, drumming;
tho' neither will feel
the others pulse Today,
o'er' the pain,
the madness... of Yesterday.
Time tolls, and its echo fades in moments,
its forward arrogance...non-negotiable;
But, thats allright for if this weren't so
perhaps Tomorrow would not ever come.
And it's Tomorrow's that offer Hope and Chance
for what Yesterday could not,
for whatever reasons that suddenly-
may be explained by the Time before dying.
Frank James Ryan, Jr...MMXV
Truly, 'tomorrow', offers hope and chance that yesterday could not.
A stark, haunting but masterfully written poem, Frank. I had goose bumps as I read it several times
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can relate death of my brother is the most painful experienced i ever had..but you are right tomorrow offers hope and chance that yesterday could not..slowly i have move on it's not that painful at all..