My Life on the Eve of Revolution
Tomorrow is on its way
And the person whose pen is writing these words
Will cease to exist when it arrives
The world in which I live in will follow suit
And a new one will take hold
Destroying the old with action renewed
My nerves are on fire
Burning visions into my thoughts and
Sparks into my imagination on the possibilities
Coming my way
I will not see
The current situations on the globe are all
Of devastation in increasing severity
But tomorrow will change all that
Yet
I still feel this eerie
Anxiousness to change
That seems so strange to me today
Even as tomorrow draws evermore near
I’m excited with fear and hope that it comes
But that it never really makes its way here
poem by P.R. Prosper
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