there's tomorrow, and there's maybe

 


I am trying to live
through life

I am trying to live
through death

and the worst kind
of life is living
through
death

long walks in the
park no longer
can bring
peace

the early warmth of an
early spring sun can
no longer bring
comfort

the robins dancing in a
field no longer bring
wonder

the ancient trees in the
park, gnarled and
twisted with
wisdom
understand the birth
and death of the
seasons

the sun knows it can
not burn away or
warm the
disquiet
of fear

the robins dancing is a
shadow, lost deep,
buried in the
past

no armor donned can
protect the world
from the
truth

but maybe

there will be a
tomorrow

with trees, sun
and robins
dancing

let's find
out