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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...

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