POEM 302: THERE’S TOMORROW
There are scars in places I haven’t seen,
your blank stares.
There are nights you wish you couldn’t dream,
every other night.
There are things which were taken away,
the love you gave,
the love you received.
There are losses that will always stay,
Hangover of stolen kisses,
Leftovers of broken promises.
There are moments you want to die,
There are times you’re too tired to cry,
You’re used to pain
You’re one with darkness
You’re at peace with your demons.
There are feelings no one will understand,
The silence of your screams,
The tears you mask behind smiles,
The poems you write for love.
There are burdens that don’t let you stand,
A heart laden with grief
A back bent by burdens unshared.
There are people that broke your faith,
There are monsters that keep you encaged,
There are nights when you let yourself grieve,
Howl at the moon,
Groan until you’re blue.
There are all these unhappy things and sorrow,
Why does the good man see bad days?
Why does the wicked see good days?
In all these, there’s also tomorrow,
And then, fuck it!
This is not a poem.