one day.

January 22, 2015

Today is a day.

One day I will not remember anything.

One day I will not feel this ache in my back from sitting on the computer.

One day I will not be stressing over midterms.

One day I will not be cold.

One day I will not want to drink water.

One day I will not miss you.

One day I will not feel pain.

One day I will not feel anything.

Today is not that day.

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.