I try to hold them back so they won't come in,
But then suddenly the flood of memories begin,
A past that is mine, a present with memories to make,
But the thoughts just seem to keep my brain awake.
Some thoughts and memories bring a smile to my face,
Others-more painful only seem this smile to erase,
I wonder what tomorrow will bring for me,
If a frown on a smile on my face there will be.
Lines crease on my forehead and I think of my plight,
Habits and tendencies I know I must fight,
The battle rages onward and I shrink back just a bit,
My dreams and my drive just don't seem to fit.
Who will be victorious when all is said and done?
Will it ever stop coming, will this fight ever be won?
I don't know, I can't tell, it is too soon to say,
All I know is that tomorrow is a brand new day.
I promise I only get this corny at 3 AM when I'm dead tired and yet I cannot sleep.
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Awwww...I never knew you were a poet!!
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