30 t0m0rr0w Dylan Grundtrom In the morning I will take the train To a place I have never been To meet people I have never known The clouds will dissipate and the rain will stop The tightness in my chest will be replaced with fresh air Air that I cannot help but breathe in deeply All while smiling faces would pass me by If only it were today The stain in my worn red shirt would fade A small hole, torn between the seams of my black pair of slacks would stitch itself together Blood stained into an old pillowcase from a nosebleed Like a scar froman accident Would disappear But healing is not automatic A process that needs shoes in order to walk The laces not yet tied Strung together instead by forceful knots Calendars haunt me I am stuck two months in the past A time preserved in hope Trapped in a memory That ceases to exist once the page is turned over to the proper month Schedules do not determine When the problemwill solve itself Pain will not leave if misery keeps it in one place I remind myself again: Slumber will take over me now For in the morning I will surely Take the train
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