Yesterdays

By Stone Bryson

I feel I’m coming… to a crossroads…

and I don’t like what I see.

Piss-poor decisions,

bad investments,

the choices made are haunting me.

I stand here all alone… in the maelstrom called my life,

I did not get a manual of wrong compared to right,

I feel complete abandon and I cannot make the sense,

of what is coming closer because of empty confidence,

so I’ll take another stroll along the path that stirs and sways

and try to fight the pain of yesterdays.

I feel I’m coming… to the harvest…

and I’m reaping what I’ve sown.

Hurt delivered,

the lives I’ve damaged,

to the degree I’ve trashed my own.

The family and friends… that I believed in disappeared,

the ones that have trusted went away just as I feared,

those I should have cherished got ignored and pushed aside,

the map I’ve called my instincts proved to be a lousy guide,

so I’ll keep moving in and out and meander through this maze

and try to fight the pull of yesterdays.

I feel I’m coming… to the edge now,

and a gulf I can’t surpass.

Desperation…

hopeless spirit,

loneliness present and past.

I cannot wrap my mind around… how I ended up with this,

the future of my youth that dissipated in the mist,

Can’t escape the fear of the anguish that’s in store,

and the thought that every sunset will repeat the one before,

so I’ll muster up the courage as I approach another phase

and try to fight the loss of yesterdays.

Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written December 2007

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