Saturday, March 2, 2019

All My Yesterdays

I don’t want to visit
All my yesterdays
There is no joy or love
These days I wish away
A past dark and haunting
Bereft of any light
Filled with quiet lonely
Forever is my night
Time has not forgotten
My heart cannot forgive
Trust not the path taken
Day by day I shall live
Hope for my tomorrow
The setting sun will rise
Fragrant, the flowers bloom
This life again is mine

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