Whose to say, what tomorrow will bring. What this grand scheme has in store for us. Each moring I awake, and wash away the sorrow of yesterday, hoping today will bring the light I so long for. I put my had upon my breast, yes...its still beating. Sometimes I think it has stopped all together. Shriveled up and turned to stone. I stand in front of the mirror, brushing my hair, I don't recognize the reflection. Just a leathery shell, home to a broken soul. I pick up my ring and slip it over my finger. A symbol of the hopes and dreams I once had. It still sparkles, shimmers, relects rainbows into my eyes. A glimmer of light on my dark facade. Off to wake the tiny zilla. I stare sometimes, her sleeping perfection. I tickle her side and she sighs a tired long sigh. As she wraps her little pink arms around me I think maybe part of me was not lost in the dark abyss. Off to the grind, the traffic and cars, the dark forboding building and the world of 4 x 4 cells. Numbers and bitching people...if only they knew life was way too short to worry about the small crap. Back home, angry zilla now in tote, head pounding, muscles aching. Hello dear...does he even see me? I sigh and hang up the coats. A bag of bones resting on the sofa. The tv's on but I hear only silence. Cover my eyes, they see right through me. Hello?? My world becomes liquid sand and I begin to sink. Deeper still and my scream comes out but a whisper. Whose to say what tomorrow will bring. I awake in the morning and wash away the sorrow of yesterday.
