Artist: Robh Ruppel

No Tomorrows
By: JoAnna Martin

Goodbye cruel world, I lost my way.
I hope one day to find it.
But if I fade and turn to dust
I don’t think I will mind it.
Scatter my ashes
from the edge of the shore.
I shall feel nothing 
forever more.
If that’s my destiny,
then so shall it be.
I won’t let this world
try and alter me.
Even with my eyes open
I cannot see the light.
My hands are in fists
but I cannot fight.
Pain is the only thing 
right now that I feel.
Love, happiness, pleasure-
none of them real.
I can’t keep pretending
that I am content
when all I am filled with
is pure resentment.
Lost in thought, I call upon
yesterdays tears.
Suddenly, everything seems
perfectly clear.
When no longer living, 
at last, I’ll be at peace.
All my pain and all my sadness
will finally have ceased.
No longer will I be succumbed here
to wallow in my sorrows.
I won’t be afraid of the future to come.
There will be no tomorrows. 


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