Yesterday...
Filled my mind with blurry images
Images of distorted faces; strange,
Some are faceless, mostly unnamed.
Yesterday...
This was real,
As real as the images I've seen,
As the emotions embedded within.
Yesterday...
Left me with memories,
Memories of what ifs and might-have-beens
Locking me up in that labyrinth.
Yesterday...
These had happened.
Happened too slow or too hastily,
Yet enough to make me see that..
Yesterday...
I cannot banish,
The images, the emotions, and the memories remain
Forever and a part of me always,
These yesterdays.
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Autumn Shades
PoetryAutumn Among the transitional winds Of decline and melancholy, She silently bleeds In exhilarating beauty.
