Skull shattering
hope.
On this day,
called,
Today.

Blinking-
Where
is it?
Dawning, lids
open-
breathless
anticipation
turned
to
ash.
seeping
sockets-
thinking…
not today.
It’s not this day.

It’ll be tomorrow,
the day,
that never comes.
For today,
is always,
Today.
And the promise,
is
for tomorrow.
The day,
that,
never comes.