Maybe Tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow-
Though not sure,
The tempting azure
Of the promise yonder
The glaring allure
Of the glory awaiting
Will beckon to our waiting hearts

Maybe tomorrow
The rain will shower
And bathe the thirsty souls
Awaiting a break
From the bleak confines
Of chained minds


Maybe tomorrow
A bleak of hope will flatter
The bruised ego
And nurse the broken back
That toil endlessly under the scorching sun
Breaking under the heavy yoke
That neither rewards nor reprimands

Maybe tomorrow
These walls will whisper
A whisper of hope
A silent growl of apprehension
Maybe tomorrow
We’ll clasp our elusive dreams
And with baited breathe wait
For the sun to rise,
And sour up with the first rays
That hit the earth.