Tomorrow

Tomorrow Shattering like a window struck by stone. Scattering shards of hope fall down. Aimlessly wandering, no one place to call home. Gone is the 'Welcome' once laid on the ground. Where is She? The Saviour of Lost Souls. Yearning to see the lady of luck, ten-fold. Numerous wants of men, chivralous and plenty. A heart, blood in blood out. Reverie? Malecious is a rendition of Mona aseep. Some say time can heal all wounds. But that time, it never comes soon Enough. For lifes mysteries are grand. On an isolated beach, trodding the sand. Though the Summer months stifle the air. She lies by the wayside - half bare. Penniless with no hope to buy happiness. Is wealth mandated and worth the risk? To counter somber and call it bliss.