A place called tomorow
imagine
A place
where dreams are not a given
A place
where the brightest of light lost all meaning
A place
where the reflection of beauty is nothing more than the stars that once were
Shivering
on the beat of its own existence
Fading
by the lights of its own encouragement
Lost
for the new day has almost come upon us
The day that is not like the once before
The one that never ends
The last of its kind, but the first of many
The day that the dead will mourn the living
This is the place where I am going to be
A place
where I will never truly be
Comments
AlexScribe
Not quite sure what to call this, but it has an interesting theme, at least at the beginning. I got lost toward the end. A few technical items:
Mixing tenses seldom works & didn't here (line 5 is past, rest present).
It seems to be accepted now to omit punctuation in poetry but I find it distracting.
'... stars that ones were...' maybe: once were
There are others on this site who have an appreciation for free-form poetry & they may provide more contemporary comments. Write on.
kt6550