Lost Tomorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Likelihood of life lies beyond us in unkempt dreams, wet and
moistened by our tears of contempt.

Sombre attitudes stretched beyond capacity, forfeiting all
of our lives paths leading to the future.

Swallowing endless forms of loneliness and solitude, we creep
through our lives, pretending to have found some meaning, and
yet, we have not.

Losing battles every day, forsaking each other for mundane
rules and uncoordinated efforts of fools.

Trampling underfoot, intense briars of yesterday which will
not lessen nor clear our ways.

Softly, echoes pilfer our thoughts and memories, tokenly
portraying the essence of a lost tomorrow which has started
only today.

Finally forging the magnificent torture of daily living,
soundless, we stumble from this day forward, meeting death
along the infinite darkened way of life.