An entry for a writing competition I recently participated in, with the theme “Tomorrow”. It’s an allusion to the conflict we currently face, so find out if you can do some poem analysis right there :D.

Tomorrow, aren’t I brave?

Tomorrow, please take me away.

Tomorrow reaches out a loving hand,

Just to snatch it away.

Tomorrow brings a new slew of bullets,

Tomorrow blows a kiss of Death,

Tomorrow takes away yet another,

Friend

after

friend.

Tomorrow stares at me with pain-filled eyes,

Tomorrow tells me, “Your time is up”

But I will still fight.

For my Tomorrow.

Tomorrow cries as I breathe my last sigh,

As I remember my memory-filled lands,

Tomorrow takes me away from this pain,

For it was Tomorrow’s bullet that was shot,

But still, I will fight.

For my Tomorrow.

Signing off…