Today is yesterday’s tomorrow
Today is the future.
With all its love, anger, hatred and sorrow.
Today we live in the dreams of yesterday.
Today we laugh!
Today we cry!
Today we pray!
Today is all we need to survive.
Today is the fire,
That keeps us all alive.
Today comes a joy we never had.
Today there’s a birth.
A blossoming mother, crowning a dad.
Today a world of possibility awaits.
Today I lost my brother,
He has found heaven’s gate.
Today my hope is frozen deep inside.
Today I see memories,
Of all the things we’ve tried.
Today I will hate for evermore.
Today what sadness.
Rocks my family to its core.
Today’s the day the son doesn’t set.
Today harsh words,
Are a lifetime of regrets.
Today my mother’ soul decays.
Today her firstborn,
Was taken away.
Today my father’s death began.
Today he’s lost,
His favorite son.
Today all anger I must rebuke.
Today I became father,
To your children, Duke!
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Stieve Fernandez
Hello am a 36 year old Jamaican national three years into my journey of creative writing
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Depression
In the corner of a dark gloomy room Depression sings ever so boldly. As she sinks her claws into his soul His destruction she watches quite proudly The dripping sound of his gushing tears His fist pounds the table ‘T has always been his greatest fear ‘No more’ he is unable A loaded pistol, a drunken stare Her charming tone Such words of passion She hints at an escape To a world of perpetual satisfaction ‘No! I cannot do it!’ he says ‘Never will I take such action’ “Just once you’ll see.” “The subtle motion of a finger.” “A last inhale, and it will all be over!” ‘My children, my creation ‘And what of thee?” ‘O! Ye relics of my procreation.’ She weighs him down, like an anchor Her tongue dripping honey Her motives dripping rancor Still she promises Wild flowered fields Picnics, and days ever sunny. ‘Be gone from me, o wretched one!’ ‘I’m drowning in your pain!’ But she replies “you silly boy!” “I bringeth joy, just ask the great Cobain” ‘I can, I will, I must!’ ‘Somehow, someway, I’ll cope!’ “Silly boy you must let go!” “For you there is no hope!” Defiantly he stood Brushing her off his shoulder Then marched across the room As the night grew even colder He opened up a window As the rain descends outside Leaves told where the wind goes Raindrops did their kamikaze dive Assaulting the earth, they pool together Just before they died Depression is not having it She’s rather quite enraged And prepares a fresh attack With a poisoned blade of guilt As she twists her weapon Goring deep, all the way to the hilt ‘It is my fault and this I know’ He shouted to the world outside ‘She, to me not the babies show’ Clawing the window frame His nails chipping into the paint Splinters under his nails, blood flows ‘Come home, I need you so!’
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
How, Too
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