How soon
the evening falls.
The walls close in
and confines the night.
Caught in
negative memory,
I cringe at those
intrusions,
bursts of miserable
tasks that the brain
installs
without permission -
an unlit path
of coincidence and conflict,
a fight of tensions
and unspeakable sorrow.
Tomorrow is
a long time
coming.
A great poem. I too have long nights when morning seems just out of reach so rang a bell.10/10 Thanks for sharing BB: O)
agree with Joseph.. there is always hope tomorrow and and our task is to make sure that tomorrow will be better than today very interesting write good poem of course
Let us hope that some tomorrows will be better then some todays. A vey deep and serious write, made me think and wonder
But tomorrow will come Sally, for me too I hope. Excellent write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant write, as the darkness unfolds our mind can wander to negative thoughts of the past holding us back in it's tight grip that has no mercy, as the morning seems a lifetime away.