Tomorrow, today will start again
Nightfall approaches on its stealthy steed
Torches burning I seek to evade the inevitable
yesterday, disguised as tomorrow
Today erased
only to be replaced
like me
Untold stories recalled without revision
newly assailed by yesterday’s sorrow
Fresh ripples of pain, again and again
Like a moth trapped behind the glass
flying into a transparent wall of emptiness
over and over, desperate to fly free
Today erased
only to be replaced
like me
© Ann Bagnall
