Browsing through the Blue (final edit)

[ellajam]

Someday, my wall
will be filled not with baby butt-faces
or future models striking poses
but with sickness.

Someday, my wall
will be filled not with pictures of yummy cake
or memetically calculated heartache
but with silence.

Someday, my wall
will be filled not with jovial bits of distraction
or the elements of procrastination
but with sorrow.

Someday, my wall
will be filled not with your dirty messes
or your nightly struggle for successes
but with sleep.

A bit of a note: the awkward rhyming is intended, to add a sense of dissonance to the poem. Hope that idea works out.

I think I have a problem with "someday". If it was "Soon" then maybe I could feel that something drastic was happening that would give the N such a dismal view of the future. "Someday" seems so far off I can't imagine why a person who is young enough to have all those images on his wall would think the future would be so empty.

I think you may be able to think of a better title than what is already in your refrain.

Thanks for the read.