Tomorrow 01 Poem by Kira Bloom

My eyes were never truly open
My mouth has never taken a real breath
I wonder what really was or might have been
My world is dreams
I constantly run from reality
I am such a coward
Always hiding with masks
Striving to do all they asked
Crouching in the corner of a room
Begging not to be noticed
Knowing only their definition of mercy
I just wait for the end
Sometimes I pray for death
But what I am relly wishing for is oblivion
Peace
Because I know there is a beginning at every end
My hope is the night
When my soul escapes
To the far reaches of the stars
I can leap through the trees
And feel the forest the breeze calling
I know I taste I feel the essence of freedom
Then the day breaks
And I turn to the other temororary escapes
That weaken my body and rack my brain
Not to think
But then it all comes back to the real thing
I guess sober is what’s killing me
I have no want of tomorrow
Because I can’t let go of yesterday
So
Today I’ll break
Tonight I’ll escape
But Tomorrow still awaits