to keep Tomorrow from coming
i dread each day that's due to arrive
from the relative safety of now
and i hope, secretly, to myself
that i'll burn in my bed,
or catch a deadly illness,
or get poisoned, stabbed, or otherwise made extinct
just so i won't have to fear Tomorrow anymore.
but it always comes,
and is sometimes better than i was afraid it would be
and often worse.
but i still dread Tomorrow.
© Elizabeth Klassen 2009