and if tomorrow, dawn
comes without a sunrise-
without reds
without dew
without hope;
if it comes with clouds
with fog
with frost
still the world will wake up
and stretch their hands
towards the saddened sky.
and if tomorrow, the sea
rages without end-
batters my little boat,
and breaks it's wooden ribs
on the rocks
and shreds the canvas sail
with wind,
I will mend it all by evening
and begin again in the morning.
and if tomorrow,
I wake up hollow-
the sea will rage, without end
and the sun will rise, without hope
and I will know
that you have gone.
madison! this is sad. but i like the imagery. sometimes i feel like a douche saying words like "imagery", especially in internet comments. but still, i do like this. it has "word pictures". some might call that....imagery. yea, i'm weird. see you soon!
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