When Tommorow Feels Far... Poem by WIN VENTURA

In a room where silence clings to air,
I sit with shadows, sunk in stare.
Tears trace paths I've walked before,
Each drop a wish, each breath a war.

The future looms like a nameless face,
A foggy road I cannot trace.
I ask the stars—they do not speak,
Just shimmer soft while I feel weak.

What if all I dream won't bloom?
What if hope just fills the room
Then fades like mist at morning's door,
Leaving emptier than before?

I fold my fears in trembling hands,
Bury my heart in shifting sands.
No arms around, no voice to hear,
Just me and time and quiet fear.

But even broken, still I breathe
A soul that cries but won't yet leave.
For somewhere past this aching view,
A better day may still break through.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA