Tomorrow

I am scared of a day called tomorrow
It’s heavy on my head each night.
The endless possibilities of destruction and cracks
My vision of reality suffers.
Fissures so fine and deep,
Light pours in puddles.
My brain is a fistful of organ.
Then why do I feel governed by its each energy?
Where is the delight in sun streams?
Meteors burning crash each second
And our eyes are ablaze.
Burning white, dreadfully so-
I stare at my phone screen fresh from sleep.
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~insight07
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