The sun does not shine, <br />The moon does not glow, <br />The flowers do not bloom, <br />And the grass does not grow. <br /> <br />All there is is darkness, <br />I shall never see, <br />The sun will always refuse, <br />To shine down on me. <br /> <br />All I am is broken, <br />Like a misused toy, <br />Sad and sorry for myself, <br />It always brings you joy. <br /> <br />Or is it because you’re angry, <br />You know I am never fed, <br />I sit alone in fear, <br />While thoughts run through my head. <br /> <br />Maybe tomorrow it won’t hurt as much, <br />Maybe tomorrow you won’t come home, <br />Maybe tomorrow I’ll be free from your clutch, <br />Maybe tomorrow you’ll leave me alone. <br /> <br />I hear your footstep outside my room, <br />And I cower behind a chair, <br />You fling the door open next to me, <br />And pull me out by my hair. <br /> <br />You lash out and strike me, <br />Though I cannot see you, <br />I know its coming, <br />It’s what you always do. <br /> <br />An hour passes then it is over, <br />I vaguely hear you slam the door, <br />Every inch of me is hurting, <br />As I lie upon the floor. <br /> <br />You come back for more, <br />“What have I done? ” I cry, <br />You throw me in fury against the wall, <br />“Everything! ” comes the reply. <br /> <br />I lie sprawled on the carpet, <br />In a motionless heap, <br />It is over forever now, <br />Because you murdered me. <br /> <br />Maybe tomorrow it won’t hurt as much, <br />Maybe tomorrow you won’t come home, <br />Maybe tomorrow I’ll be free from your clutch, <br />Maybe tomorrow you’ll leave me alone.<br /><br />Chloe Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maybe-tomorrow-3/
