Rolling around in my grave praying it isn't today again.
The time is the same, the sun is the same, and I am the same.
It is today again, like yesterday, how it would be tomorrow.
Nights are more brutal to survive because all your desires are right in front of your eyes,
You cannot touch or achieve; you can only look and grieve.
You only get your tomorrows if you earn them with your bravery.
You need to surpass the river of expectations
And behold the eyes of judgments,
You reach tomorrow with certainty in yourself and belief in the grail.
If not, you will be stuck like me and others,
Trying to stay content within the repetitions of todays.
One can breathe, speak, and eat in todays but they dare not dream.
Because truth reminds your incapability of striving for what you long for, enduring more suffering.
The only advice one must know,
Try to take the journey to tomorrow.
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Apricots In The Afternoons
PoetryA collection of original poems. . . . . . . Some may contain mental health related issues so please if you are not comfortable with those you can always skip :)
