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XVI - No, No Tomorrow

by Austin Halling-Rowe

No tomorrow, no matter how brightly
Bathed by pure and perfect skies,
No matter how tightly framed in
The regal raiment of honor;
Or blessed of means and plenty;
Or lapsed in the abandon of laughter;
Or endowed of wit and sweeping thought;
Or swallowed in the hug of new love’s rapture.
No, no tomorrow will I have again,
Unburdened (by the shame of my regrets),
Unhaunted or forgiven,
Released of scorn, dismissed of debt.
For no small strength of dreams
Lie broke in all my love’s debris

12/10/2010

Posted on 12/11/2010
Copyright © 2025 Austin Halling-Rowe

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/12/10 at 05:51 PM

.. well done... welcome to Pathetic.....

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