Tommorow never comes

An addicts perspective of tommorow

Tommorow I'll start over

Tommorow I'll be good

Tommorow I'll do everything

Just as I should

Though I can't feel my body

Can't touch this taste

Can't save myself

From being this waste

It's right before your eyes

This is your last chance

I don't care if there's no music

This is your last dance

Because tommorow the stage

It will dissapear

Although tommorow I know

I'll still be here

I'll still be longing

I'll still be consumed

Walking a fine line

Walking doomed

And I'll still be saying

That the next day I'm done

Though I know I'll never have

This battle won

But until then I'll say

That this is it

I'm ready to burn

The fires been lit

I promise myself

That this time's really the last

Even though I know

That this time's already passed

Reviews

[Jb]

use

[Jerry]

Well, I guess today is yesterday's tomorrow, so maybe it does come.
A very interesting poem.

[Geoff Hubbard]

great and relatable poem. shows how little things that are bothering you or things you want to change about yourself will not go away. and we make promises to ourself we will change, and we never keep it. great write. let me know if i captured the message you were trying to convey.