Plans for Tomorrow
-twilight spurs the sinking feeling of sorrow.
-when one realizes today has been snatched away,
-and every day after the next is no longer tomorrow.
-the morning has been lost, like every other, it has turned grey.
-quietly has the night shown its true colors, terror and fear.
-but the night must be where my soul lies at rest.
-clutching prickling red roses and his memory dear.
-this is my home, and I know nothing but the best.