Tomorrow
Ticking of the clock,
like the devil's metronome.
reminding me of the things,
I'd rather leave alone.

A hammer pounding in my head,
nailing notes of misery.
I thought you said you cared
why would you do this to me?

The hour chimes silently,
and morning's a little closer.
Night has stolen my sleep again.
I've forgotten what my hope's for.

As father time grins wickedly
I remember a time not long ago.
When everything was as it should be,
and you'd never let me go.

The alarm clock screams a warning
that the sun would like a turn.
At least he brings distractions,
from the things for which I yearn.

But the moon comes back soon enough
and I know that you'll soon follow.
How do I let go of yesterday,
when today's just it's tomorrow?

Brad
Aug 99