Yesterday
By Ashley O’Hare
Yesterday I died,
but my heart is still beating.
I made sense of my life
for a moment fleeting.
All the progress dissolved at sunrise
when my eyes insisted on blinking
as I scurried to the clear pond.
Looking at my reflection is hardly reflecting,
but I tried for a moment longer;
fighting down my true feelings
because yesterday I lost myself
and today has lost all meaning.
ashleyohare 