Tomorrow by Richard Trotter Wipe away, the blotches on dark lenses sharply inhale, the sorrow in the air walk along, bruised bones on carpet Just one isolation, from a troubled chest of years with memories glared in destiny's headlights, so blind and trusting in unknown salvation? 03/29/2003 Posted on 02/29/2004 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Stephanie Kent on 02/29/04 at 04:23 PM "memories glared in destiny's headlights." AWESOME line...:) Posted by Sam Roberts on 02/29/04 at 11:52 PM made me think..wonderful poem x Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 03/10/04 at 10:32 AM live for today, seek tomorrow... excellent piece... blessings... Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)