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Sinister Yesterdays

Yesterdays shape our minds like clay, a potter with an eye for every detail

By Kris LelielPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Sinister Yesterdays
Photo by Tasha Jolley on Unsplash

I wish yesterday would fade into

the silence of the unknown;

that same silence preventing futures

from revealing life's secrets.


Yesterdays shape our minds like clay,

a potter with an eye for every detail;

those same details we purposely forgot

so we can wish for a kinder tomorrow.


I wish today's darkness, created by darker yesterdays,

trapped me and time in stillness;

that same stillness that preserves agony with memory,

yet neglects the joy we preserve with mementos.


If the lessons of those many yesterdays

delivered their harsh wisdom in gentleness;

that same gentleness that's nonexistent, yet wished for,

I'm sure today, tomorrow, and later would pick up the slack

just to become more sinister yesterdays.

By Jossuha Théophile on Unsplash

sad poetry

About the Creator

Kris Leliel

Kris Leliel is a strange writer who posts about the occult and spirituality, goth stuff, horror, creative writing, mental health, and her own creative ventures. She has a Masters in Liberal Studies and a BA in English & Psychology.

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  • Hamza Shafiqabout a year ago

    interesting read

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