A/N: Written for the Titles Set Boot Camp, #14 – tomorrow it begins.
A Larger Poetry Collection
232. Tomorrow it Begins
There was only one night left to breathe within –
the soft blush of air that framed their shadowed world
before it exploded into fire and rising smoke and heat throttled
the weak and tender hearts.
If only the beginning of the morrow would refrain
from climbing its way up the stairway of the sun
fir the new drown would drown their dreamlike sky
Into nightmares,
tainting the gentle blush
of their dreams