Broken Yesterdays
A poem to mourn; free verse, surreal
In these battered halls are sung the songs of broken yesterdays
Visions of sweeter tomorrows knelt blithely in the pews
Un-bittered by want and regret
To gaze at forgotten futures, slid now from the hands
As flecks of golden sand
Left sieving the cob-webbed hourglass for anything to learn
When that time had ended
These halls once rang with hope and laughter
And dreams to fill a sea
With hearts leaping to find better horizons
That were once within their reach
But when storm clouds gathered overhead
And the walls gave their final crack
The merry throng did silence
Leaving half-recalled whispers left
About the Creator
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (4)
Love the tone and well-structured language! Was this for a challenge?
"With hearts leaping to find better horizons That were once within their reach" - these stuck out to me, so beautiful
Beautifully done! These lines are poignant: In these battered halls are sung the songs of broken yesterdays Visions of sweeter tomorrows knelt blithely in the pews ❤️
This is stunning, Ian. Felt this in my core. Such evocative language and stirring descriptions. Sad but poetically beautiful