Although each day..I walk confused.. upset..a wreck..from don'ts and do's with ifs..and buts..and mostly hows unkept plans..and broken vows.. somehow..within..somewhere I'll find.. amoung the shadows..of my mind.. a way to drown..all of my sorrow.. and find some peace..Perhaps Tomorrow.
Reason for writing:
I was having a bad week when I wrote this poem. Sometimes there's nothing left to do but hope for a better tomorrow... and by the way...things did get better..then they went back to being bad...and back to good again...and I still keep saying..Perhaps Tomorrow...and I wait to see what happens...
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