Days of Tomorrows
Days of tomorrows lost, never discern
Ghostly memories we can't rejoice in
They never were, so they can not return
Neither can they be seen or heard again
Trapped in a void of quiet distress
Where ambition and want to reminisce
They disappear in a well of darkness
Dreams shatter and fragment in the abyss
As clouds of uncertainty obscure
The heart falls to pieces from life's demand
Takes blame where there is none for its failure
While tears fall into the empty cupped hand
Little pieces of wishes float silent
Caught by darkness of yesterday's lament
9/14/16
contest All the Little Pieces
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment