No Hope For Tomorrow!

A story about how our pasts can infect our futures, told in the frame of mind as two lovers. I was inspired by another poem called "She Is Today" by Klanc, via here: www.writerscafe.org/klanc

In the world of sorrow
there is only yesterday and tomorrow
tomorrow seemed bright and gay
but dark and gloomy was yesterday

Tomorrow was in love
She spoke of bliss and happiness
Yesterday was nolgastic
of the things he already missed

She found him exciting
She loved him and his flaws
but he couldn't get past
the shadows of which
his yesterday's cast

"I love you" he said
despite his obsessions
"...but I can't get over
all of my yesterdays lessons"

Tomorrow smiled and said with glee
"love, you need only trust in me..
..you need not think of all this"
and she leaned in for a lovely kiss

Yesterday didn't know what to say
She was far too bright for his taste
she cared far too much for him
all this happiness was simply a waste

how can she be so damn happy
in a world full of sorrow
She isn't who she says she is
She simply CAN'T be tomorrow

"dear, fear not, I am your future
I will be by your side
promise me you will love me
and I promise you a bride"

Pain ate at his heart
of all his insecurities
so he made false accusations
as he fell to his knees

"You fake! You liar!
You demon of fire!
You are far too good to be true
all my past I was hurt and used
so you expect me to believe you?
how can you sit here and be so loyal
as if you were some god damn royal?
you tell me you love me
but that isn't true.
I'm sorry, tomorrow, I don't trust you!"

Tomorrow started to cry
tears ran down her cheeks
she cried for days, she cried for weeks
Tomorrow wasn't so bright before too long
but yesterday still kept so very strong

He kept reminding her of all the pain
and all her tears would start up again
he smiled a smile of pure devilish glee
he said: "oh hush love, simply follow me"

he brought her down to his sad little town
and lost her on the way back home
her hopes and dreams unraveled at the seams
as she walked the streets alone

Her glow faded, Her innocence lost
all this came from yesterday's cost
Her last strand of hope broke on that day
and there is not really much more to say

So if you are curious; dear reader, dear friend
you can probably still catch her
she doesn't stray to far away
from the before and the after

She lurks between tomorrow and past
between the realms of sorrow
she isn't herself anymore, I fear
There is no hope for tomorrow