Yesterday’s World
Yesterday was slow,
a place that breathed pain,
old rooms holding silence,
memories calling my name.
I walked those halls,
feeling years on my skin,
each step a reminder,
of all I could not keep.
Yesterday stayed heavy,
like a storm never moving,
its weight in my hands,
its sorrow in my chest.
I touched old letters,
creased with longing,
stories half remembered,
lives fading in dust.
The window felt tired,
watching seasons fall,
as if even the light,
had forgotten my face.
I stood in the doorway,
listening for voices,
hoping for one heartbeat,
to rise from the past.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Naice
It was better world back then. Sorry for not getting back to you sooner. I haven't been well the last few days, so I haven't been in action.
strong portrayal of longing, great work
Fantabulous!