Poetry

If tomorrow never comes If my breath ceases to exist All that remains Is raindrops and mist If tomorrow is borrowed We all live today We all rush Through corridors Of columned form This has become the norm If tomorrow never comes Where am I now Am I in a chair In the middle of a room In the ground Dusting flowered perfume If tomorrow never comes I will sing out those tunes Rhythm of dancers Jazz and blues If tomorrow never comes I have hope it certainly will As my eyes close to a dream Tomorrow is my thrill  

Broken brown Dusted ground Blowing your scent Through the air Cloudless sky Mesmerising blue Captures all eyes To you Lavender scent Lays in the Uncovered landscape Shallow waters run free Sitting at the old Oak tree Yellow tall grass Surrounds my tiny frame Love of a beautiful place As I imagine these memories Stamped deep inside my brain I’m frustrated with change Destruction of yellow strands Images different from the depths Land in decay

Storms passing by windows They cry through smashed glass Smeared in restless tiredness Gathering victims One by one Volumes of spinning words Turn time around Transition of harnessed torture Wildness in lifeless walls Growing over Cultivated for bodied satisfaction Wondering walking around Waiting for movement A reaction Pulling away Layers of skin Knowing which ones to rupture In order to win Walk around us Play you're games All for isolation Tired of those Who betray