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
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I wish yesterday would fade into
the silence of the unknown;
that same silence preventing futures
from revealing life's secrets.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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interesting read