My Tomorrow Poem by D.S. Bell

How do I feel about tomorrow? Hmm..

Feeling low today,
‘Cos I be feeling lonely.
A lone loner on their lonesome,
Followed, stalked and haunted;
By the moonlight only.

Awake and sad this night,
Deep down in my new emotions.
A curse'sed cruel and sore crater,
Hollow, hurting and heinous woes;
Triumph from demonic potions.

But, feeling empty about tomorrow,
There is nothing more teething.
No newborn nor rekindled nag,
Alive, nor dead, nor breathing.

So, idle ice and long dead sorrow;
I've described to you, 'my tomorrow'.