The Day After Tomorrow Poem by Eli Unknown

The Day After Tomorrow



locked inside a closed mind
wondering will anybody reach past the point of breaking
and into the soul that is aching
crying - wailing aloud
silence shoots down my spine
and it is mine all mine
weeping eyes makes it hard to lie
trapped on the inside
buried alive
echoing down a long hall
who will catch the fall
noone - none at all
there is no right answer at the wrong time
pouring out this peace of mind
it's so much easier to skip a rock across the lake
this life i forsake
this timid soul shall not break
if it is the last breath i take
the last story to be told
i am growing old
and in the midst of the storm
i will keep you warm
and in tune
my MamMaw is the sweet smell of June
of her leaving too soon
and me feeling empty from the womb
cradle to the grave
this is no mistake
i hold my head high
and kiss the sky
its a matter of U-N-I-ty
the clarity i seek
in the words you will speak
over and over again
we are far from the end
of this yellow brick road
you put on quite a show
its over now
take a bow
and in this great escape
not a moment too late
this is my decided fate
nothing can stop me now
i am on the prowl

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Hansford 10 May 2009

The ending ('yellow brick road', 'put on a show', 'take a bow') tells of something that was not as genuine, perhaps, as you thought it was going to be. But 'there is no right answer at the wrong time' is my favourite line - very neatly put, but (sadly) true.

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