Tomorrow

Down the well of life
shoot the roots of time passing
seems like only yesterday
passages of time becoming
lost in the mud and the muck
of today as it speeds toward
tomorrow

sadness
sorrows
mourning
tomorrows

waking up against the
breaking dawn of another day
bending and twisting to
accept the memories being
made as each moment passes

giving
receiving
hopeful
longing

and as night falls so silent
and soft.....tomorrow begins
all over again

Author notes

Been feeling at odds with life and a lot of things going on in the world around me. Both directly and indirectly. Not sure where I was going in the first line but I ended up some place entirely unexpected. Still, that's just a part of having " words," on a constant swirl inside of me! I'm sure you can understand!