In a world where tomorrow may not arrive
Where the moon turns cold and the trees petrify
Where the sun is a foul black tire fire
And the owl's eyes are just pinpricks of desire
Where the raccoon is but a hot tar stain
And the sweet-gum tree is lost to time's disdain
Where the shirt is just plastic ditch-litter
And the kitchen's a cow's corpse, bitter
We may never get to witness the future bright
Stuck like a bum star, never dazzling in the night
We may never meet her, or him
Every moment, every second seems grim
But in the face of impending doom
We cling to each other in the gloom
Hands knotted together, holding on tight
Clutching the dog, watching the sky ignite
And in that moment, it doesn't matter
As long as we're here, feeling lucky, together
For in the midst of chaos and despair
Our love and presence is all we need to bear
So say tomorrow doesn't come
Say the world outside is fearsome
We'll still find solace in each other's embrace
And face the unknown with courage and grace. ("If Tomorrow Doesn't Come") by Courtney Weaver Jr.
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Offline) - Published: December 22nd, 2023 06:00
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I loved your opening and great images "Where the raccoon is but a hot tar stain
And the sweet-gum tree is lost to time's disdain
Where the shirt is just plastic ditch-litter
And the kitchen's a cow's corpse, bitter"
Great images indeed. Merry Christmas to you as well
Thank You for your continued support.
Yes, tomorrow isn't looking too promising, is it? ironically, I just posted a poem of same subject. Take care.
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