Tomorrow is promised to no one
I once heard someone say
do I change my life, regret the choices that I’ve made?
I wake wondering what I’m doing and who I’m doing it for
because I have no idea what is going on
depression descends like a tsunami
choking, threatening my life but swimming isn’t an option
can’t seem to see above or below,
I’m lost, drowning in a life that I should love
but drowning can be so peaceful, you can’t feel the tears
the water filling my lungs, no longer shall I fight
and what is there to fight for?
A dream of things that could be
but dreams are just that, they are not real
my daytime is filled with nightmares, shadows surround
and once again I feel alone.
Can nobody come with me, enjoy the pleasure of life
or will there only be pain,
but only until this blessed wave takes me under.
Nobody’s tomorrow is guaranteed, why fight today?
‘Nobody’s tomorrow is guaranteed, why fight today?’ I adore this line, and the whole piece for that matter. I think everybody can associate with the feeling of complete homelessness you speak of.
Thank you! That was also my favorite! Although I’m glad you liked the entire poem because I was kinda thrown off a little but couldn’t change anything and make it sound the same. Writing! The pleasures and the pain of it!
A thoughtful work indeed. Beautifully put, my friend
Btw, Midair, simply marvelous!