Today, Tomorow

Today, tomorow, my heart still filled with 
sorrow, today, tomorow, i still remain 
hallow.

Hi my name is x, y do i continue 
remainin a step behind z? A! B yourself c, 
nothing could d e your self esteem, i 
asked him f you think of the best in me, 
g.. i never noticed my untapped potential.

Today, tomorow, my heart still filled with 
sorrow, today, tomorow, i still remain 
hallow.

H i j k? L m i going to die lonely? Not 
alone, i could grab a stone and hit 20 
peeps before its even trown, n ill die 
lonely in this throne, o i forgot that ive 
grown persisant, more resiliant, more 
resistant, im tired of p i need to get out 
of this q! 

Today, tomorow, my heart still filled with 
sorrow, today, tomorow, i still remain 
hallow.

R you listening, my use to be low spark 
is glissening, s i go to find my future i 
hoped not to get lost in the present 
becouse alot of things have past. T will 
sooth my mind to never mind of things 
that remind me of u v w. My name is x, y 
do i remain a step behind z?
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Agustin Avatar
February 11, 2025 at 10:08 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed day.
A  Avatar
January 21, 2016 at 8:33 PM
MAANDA, Awesome Poem, thanks for sharing **SKAT**
Tsiluma Avatar
July 7, 2012 at 5:01 AM
I love your play of the alphabet - and that last line takes the crown!
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