• poetrypool 5w


    I'm unsure about tomorrow,
    If it will bring joy or sorrow,
    Will things ever be as they were before,
    I am unsure, I don't know any more,
    And I see the shadows grow,
    And they are hard to overlook and ignore,
    I try to tear down my fears,
    I try not to break into tears,
    Yet I long to cry, I carry a thunderstorms inside,
    And I find myself tossed with the tide,
    Of uncertainty, loss and defeat,
    Yet a voice inside me stirs me to meet,
    And find myself lost in chaos