August 13, 2008
The days fleeting as swiftly as each breath of life
The want increasing as life is filled with strife
You wish, you want, you hope for it to be regained
The feeling of a time when you felt actually sane

Those days when mistakes were nonexistent
Today and tomorrow simply are not coexistent
Those memories continue to pass you by
As you sit and wonder and stop to cry

Yesterdays past and more yesterdays to come
The feeling makes you want to run
Life is passing and the day’s numbers are gone
To think that you are almost done

These yesterdays are constant as the sun
Each breath as unpredictable as the last one
Those times in the past that will never return
The heart you harbor waiting to be burned

The memories have faded and simply blurred
There is nothing; there is no cure
You are alone with yesterdays of past
Those yesterdays you knew would never last

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the_invisible This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 25, 2010 at 3:12 am
Great job! It's so realistic and "brutally" true like you said and I enjoyed it. It also made me look back on my "yesterdays" as well...
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