Apr 2019
I lay awake at night,
Talking to the ceiling,
As if it understands.
I look at it,
Waiting for Tomorrow.
“A new day of adventure!” I tell myself.
“A new day of acceptance...”
Will the sun show itself like a newborn fresh to the world?
Or, will it hide like someone who’s seen too much?
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Or does tomorrow ever come…
Talking to the ceiling,
As if it understands.
I look at it,
Waiting for Tomorrow.
“A new day of adventure!” I tell myself.
“A new day of acceptance...”
Will the sun show itself like a newborn fresh to the world?
Or, will it hide like someone who’s seen too much?
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Or does tomorrow ever come…
This was actually a five-minute poem because I procrastinated to write one for a class right before it was due. Luckily I got an A and she loved it. Hope you will too
