Poetry Sunday #2- Tomorrow’s Lilies

Tomorrow’s Lilies


As I take deep breaths and slow steps

The realisation and dread radiating through my head

Disgusting defeatism has penetrated my psyche

And left me hanging by a thread

What a relief it is to wake up

From the torpor and cowardly voices

That tell me I am my greatest enemy

A perverse self-fulfilling prophecy

Now I must act

With purpose and consciousness

To reverse this psychological gangrene

On my otherwise perfect hands

And when the next tide comes

I will relax myself and rise above it

And there will be no need for tomorrow’s lilies

To serve yesterday’s regret


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