Of Tomorrow Poem by Saint Cynosure

I can find no joy in love,
but even less in heartbreak.
While all the world true ever does,
is shove the pure tell they shake.
Shake of fear and loneliness,
shake of unforgiving.
Breaking anything once fixed,
and sold has new to all living.
Living if just day to day,
dreaming of better tomorrows.
Dishing out the same they take,
not learning from their sorrow.
I can find joy in love today,
but I dont know of tomorrow.