Days Begin With Promise and End In Pain

Yesterday I wore despair like a garment I wore it like a cloak of dark velvet. I wore it with reverence I wore it with precision I wore it with all I had in me Besides pride. Yesterday I walked through my garden A graveyard of shattered hopes and ruined dreams A scrap heap of failures and other things A relic of what was, what could have been What is now not fit to be seen Like me Yesterday I would have howled at the moon But it seemed so serene So devoid of the things That make up my life I couldn’t taint it With my sorrowful moans Besides, I was out of breath from sighing. Yesterday I wore despair like a cloak And hopelessness a heavy chain around my neck Sadness a belt strapped tightly around my middle Shame followed me like a train Trailing a gown embroidered with my crystal tears Yesterday stank. Today is just beginning And with the clothes that I have I wouldn’t mind waking up naked