Always waiting for tomorrow but tomorrow never comes,
so it's today she must live on, but when today comes its gone
leaving no remembrance of suffering in her incomprehensible world,
no happy revelations to smile for, no flashes of sudden recall,
nothing that would dazzle her in awe...
just a vague recollection that fills her mind with dread,
a strange nostalgic feeling for things that are no more, but were...
things that existed some place, somehow, somewhere...
her soul always afraid of what is to come
of imminent catastrophes that will never happen
and things she can not keep at bay
for in her imagination they crowd her days...
so her heart keeps on beating without wanting to, without reason,
from the depths of her self made prison
where she pretends everything is fine
while she inpatiently serves her time
(Sinome - 2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is real good. We cannot ever just wait for tommorow have to live for today. This was a good write, I enjoyed it.