John Lawless Poet Free verse

The Last Tomorrow

All his tomorrows rattled by
rumbling along the predestined track
an endless freight train passing
as he sat in traffic at life’s crossing

Lulled into pseudo sleep by the monotony
of the swaying flashes of daylight
he had stopped counting the passing cars
sat in his loneliness, longing for the caboose

That fantasy of life’s last tomorrow
laboriously lumbering into view
blindly following all his yesterdays
disappearing in the hazy heat of passing


John G. Lawless
©11/7/2018

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Freddie Robinson Jr. November 26, 2018 at 12:14 PM Mystically surreal affectations, John. I had a Return to Forever flashback moment. Your pen divines deftly. Not many cool space passengers out there, me would like to ride alongside of and elevate muse with on a quiet starlight express ... you're one, and one of the best. Sublime and seminal poetry. Live long and prosper. Love and joy always.

Susan Ashley November 8, 2018 at 8:13 PM Wow! John, such a deep and emotional poem. Your tell of the lonely longing with poignant sensitivity and beauty. Superb poetry! warmest wishes always.. ~Susan John Lawless November 10, 2018 at 10:26 AM Thanks Susan, always nice to get a visit from you.

Carolyn Devonshire November 8, 2018 at 1:05 PM John, your poem is so on track with thoughts I've been having lately. Predestination seems to take over our lives, leaving us without choices or control. The loneliness associated with these feelings can be unbearable. Excellent, thought-provoking poetry! Hugs, Carolyn John Lawless November 10, 2018 at 10:26 AM Thanks for stopping by Carolyn. I have had many a disagreement with "predestination" in its many forms...