Dear Tomorrow

Dear Tomorrow,

Will you come?

In retrospect,

I fear that you will.

Tomorrow,

I fear the inevitability of you

Approaching and

I fear you not coming.

Tomorrow,

Is it but death to bear?

Loss to stomach?

Is there no foundation?

This darkness in me is raging and

What is my relief for this

But nothingness?

How useless

It doesn’t harm the hurt.

It’s just torture.

I’m lacking hope tomorrow but

Would you have it?