it’s tomorrow already and all days are gone.
what once was hope’s now
broken, floating
motes.
it’s too much already and all peace has gone.
what once was all’s now
cruel, crawling
brawls.
it’s too hard already and all diplomacy has gone.
what once was tact’s now
fractured, panicking
attacks.
it’s 2 AM already and all seeds of dreams have gone.
what once was future’s now
uprooted, fruitless
disputes.
it’s too late already and all plans are gone.
what once was trust’s now
crusted, suppurating
cuts.
