Whispers from a Broken Tomorrow
Introduction: What if the future is already breaking? This poem speaks of a world once filled with promise, now crumbling beneath the weight of choices made long after and diary notes seem to warn you about your course of action. I woke to dawn’s soft golden hue, a day like any before, yet something whispered in my mind— a sign I couldn’t ignore. A sudden urge, a fleeting thought, led me to lift my pillow’s weight, beneath it lay a folded note, its words inscribed by fate. The inked confession chilled my skin, a tale of sorrow—written by me? It spoke of love that burned then broke, of wounds I’d yet to see. At first, I brushed the words aside, a trick my weary mind had spun, but every morning, new notes came— a war I’d lost before begun. Each letter bled of love and loss, of heartbreak I had never known, yet as I read, a thought took root— could time be set in stone? Then came the day I saw the date, the truth rang clear, a hollow chime— these words were warnings from myself, a ghost...