Undying Tomorrow

Undying Tomorrow
By: Adam M. Snow

An undying tomorrow;
friends of sorrow;
lay to rest;
on the night of morrow.
Mark of raw;
torments and flaw;
lives on forever;
with silence of maw.

All hearts are broken;
lies are spoken;
the hangman comes;
the gallows oaken.
Death is forsaken;
lives are taken;
no rest for the wicked;
as the reapers awaken.

All eyes are scorn;
the people mourn;
nameless ones are lost;
no child is born.
Souls are caged;
the peoples outraged;
all children died;
the dogwood aged.

An undying tomorrow;
dying of sorrow;
awakens the beast;
of the final morrow.
No need to mend;
nothing left to fend;
all hope is gone;
this is the end.

Reviews

[FlawedByDesign]

I'm surprised you haven't gotten any reviews yet because this is a great piece in my opinion.
I love the short lines as it allows the reader to read the poem without much pause, linking the lines for the sake of telling the story.
I take it the poem is about some kind of wake with innocence lost and people coping with it.
The ending is quite blunt and shrouds everything in obscurity. I find it fitting as everything builds towards "the end" in a good chronological order.

Very well done!

btw...the line "the dogwood aged" seems misplaced to me; I couldn't relate it to the rest of the poem.

[Solar]

The poem ropes one into its desolation - a dirge like quality draws one in its wake.