This day is not today
It is not tomorrow
But yet just a moment in a span of nothing
That sits in texts books of yesterday
Yesterday is always late
My nose is running, and my sense of awareness is hiding
My grandma can’t seem to die
And it’s all because yesterday will never amount to anything
Tomorrow is stunted
We lied and cheated and now
Potential can’t be reached and mama just cries alone
We fucked the future, because that’s all we’ve ever known
The past never seems surprised
It’s cynical, because it knows how humans are
The past takes the angst-y role
So I can try and believe that life is good and happiness is possible
Your piece succeeds in capturing the restraints one can feel in time. It is not something we can get away from. I was able to relate to this very easily. Really enjoyed it! :)
ReplyDeleteTime is vulnerable. The use of time in your piece matches the rough, harse side of live. The depression formed here invokes a strong sense of love. "The past never seems surprised It’s cynical, because it knows how humans are" The sheer magic with this line has the tone of the entire piece within it.
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This is my favorite I have read all week. You did a great job of capturing time, not only in the letters throughout your poem but the content itself.
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