I'm watching the evening slowly
descend into the night
I'm trembling with fear
with expectations
on the yet not born
morning
Tomorrow
is another day
Tomorrow
is another promise
Tomorrow
is all the things
that should have
happened
but didn't
Tomorrow,
is it a shadow of
remorse
or of happiness
that came
or didn't come?
Tomorrow,
will the sun
be brighter
or darker?
Tomorrow
is my happiness
and my sorrow
Tomorrow...
By © Dolores Meden 2017
