Veins saturated with lead
My head, barely lifting
Eyes open to a glaze
And I’m defeated
Before I began
As the living begin their living
So do the voices in my mind
Guilt, Fear, Shame, Sadness
Dancing gaily round and round
Smothering any spark or hope
I had the day before
They continue their
March macabre
Stomping everything
To ash
Singing gaily all the while
Not today, tomorrow
Not today, tomorrow
I succumb to their trance
Keep the curtains
Tightly closed
Refusing the light of day
And I attempt to lift my head
No more
Today is not the day
To hope or make a change
So I’ll live in sleepless sleep
Contemplating the numbing purr
Of my Captors’ deathly dance
And their song
Relentless gusts of cold
Numbing me from living on
I succumb to living death
Singing ruefully along
Not today, tomorrow
Not today, tomorrow
Why I Wrote the Poem
If you’d like to know a little backstory for why I wrote “All the Tomorrows” feel free to check out this YouTube video I made about it. Watch till the end if you’d like to hear me read the poem aloud.
Thanks for being here. Thanks for listening. I’ll see you next time.
Alexis Attempts to Write 
That dance is one of death
and you already are aware
not today, but tomorrow
if you remain over there
it’s because from the trance
to be free you don’t dare
I know it’s a difficult task
also, your captors aren’t fair
permission don’t need to ask
to turn up your soul’s flare.
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I forgot to comment: this response was hella cool! 🙂
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