Tomorrow Comes

Tomorrow Comes

Sitting alone, contemplating this solitary existence
My mind expands as I grapple with issues I can't contend
Taking on life one day at a time
Reach for reality or something that seems familiar
Moving forward in a fog trying to find my way
Slipping into darkness surrounded by pain and guilt
Surviving all the madness for reasons unknown
Dreaming of tomorrow and maybe better days to come

Close my eyes to hide my soul
Shield my heart to let know one in
And the vicious cycle continues
As night gives away to another dawn

©2006 By Patrick F. Suttle

This Backward Blowing Wind

This backward blowing wind,

it's blows so funny,

get's into eyes so,

people see what they want to see.

So stay true to yourself,

is the best remedy,

I am "exactly" what,

I "pretend" to be.

(c)EYE~RA/ira-lee 2006
Response to Fania Simon's Poem "The Wind is Blowing Backward"

Unmarked Stones

While a man polishes his Cadillac
Angrily swatting at flies
A child does the same on the ground
Trying to keep them off her last bite
What is anger
Compared to the treasure of a crumb?

Horns honk
In the cement jungle
As they all race to meet their televisions
While a world away
A tiny heart races
Trying to pump blood
That is scarcely there
She will not last long enough
To walk upright even once
As all us humans do
Instead her soul will drift away
Like an unwanted boat

If a man falls on Wall Street
Soldiers of the city
rush to his aid
So why do we watch alongside
As our babies line dirt roads
How are they less human
Because they can’t produce big numbers in a row?
Because they already DO
As millions of bodies
Lying under unmarked stones!

© 2006 Kat

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