Poetry
by
Thomas Treadaway
Tomorrow, Tomorrow so distant from me,
Like the morning sun acrosss the deep
blue sea.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow is like the rest.
My ship now sails, heading due west.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow is getting near.
I hope for survival. I think; I fear.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow is not far off.
I look at today; I laugh and scoff.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow coming to be
I'm looking across this dark black sea.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow is another day.
Before I see it, I'll kneel and pray.
So much to give all at once,
Giving nothing at all until that moment.
Can you see; Can you hear; Can you feel?
It's burning deep inside.
It's raging uncontrollably;
Blocked by a circle of Eternity
Waiting to be released from chains of
anxiety.
Always ready, knowing freedom will come,
But still not knowing when.
It burns hotter than ever;
Fueled by emotion and temptations;
Yet something contains this burning desire.
It yearns for freedom so much,
But only one can release it.
Only one has the key.
As for now it keeps on burning
Until that glorious day when its flames
are quenched.
Who is this angel staring into my soul,
With widened pupils black as coal?
She looks for something deep inside.
Shall I stand or shall I hide?
Captured by her desire,
I look at her to find fire.
As I gazed upon this holy sight,
It consumed all; including night.
Now alone, just she and I;
We soar like doves across the sky.
As life goes on from time on end
This love we share is just as friends.
It swelled within just like a fire.
Its only goal was black desire.
I felt it rip; I felt it tear.
Within it birthed a deadly flare.
All at once, a shot rang out.
Then silence was heard 'round about.
It hit my heart with so much pain.
There I lay. I had been slain.
What flashed before my eyes was fate.
I saw what killed me; it was hate.
