Tomorrow Poem by Robert Siney

How do you feel?
Is all this real?
I hate to talk and that is how,
I’ll feel the same tomorrow as I do now,

But the silence is killing me,
Longing and hoping to be set free,
I’d like to talk but just not now,
I sense tomorrow may be better somehow,

Been this way for far too long,
Just wish for one day, I could be strong,
I’m desperate to talk but cannot allow,
Another tomorrow to pass by now.

Sat in this room that’s full of shame,
A room of self-pity and of self-blame,
I want to talk but I don’t know how,
So I’ll feel tomorrow what I’m feeling now.