Is This Tomorrow?

The days come and go,
And I keep yearning for more.
What happened years ago?
Is it so far before?
Has it been long enough?
The longing for a future that never was.
A familiarity with something so begone.
“All love is not benign,” he said.
“Meet me in the desert,” so he wept.
“For what are you so tearful?” I let.
“Of your desire that shakes all that is of belief; give me your hand, and you’ll know how it is to be free.”
Is this tomorrow?
Is this where the future is to succumb? 
“Come with me,” I told him as I wiped away his tears.
“Who needs freedom? Humankind is never to be free,” I prophesied.
“Either you follow me and see where we shall entertain our most vivid visions, or you leave me be.” ◆

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ذهب is the pseudonym for a writer who’s passionate about depicting life in various mediums. She is a software engineer, writer, and artist. She uses her need for artistic expression in her art and writing! Find her on Twitter.