Sinister Yesterdays

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.