#WritcoPoemChallenge

The door to tomorrow,
opens still; despite the shadowed silhouettes stalking today's end
Burrowed behind the thickest pain,
the looming woes;
regrets, reaching, ready,
to steal your breath
Sorrowful shards leaking down, to sunken depths; suffering,
muted by desolate respite
Vengeful; rattling your chassis until, emotionless, eroded, erased
Tomorrow still comes

Grayscale to coloured arrays, hapless, heaving, harrowing days
Emptied by night, left to...