Remember when we were young and free.
Had nothing but all we loved
dancing in yesterday's anthem.
Our private sector; or our personal hope
to struggle and strive up the hill of life.
Where we are young and free.
Rearrange our dreams the way
we think our lives in our teeth.
And our hope was burning bright
like an endless light.
And our forever wasn't bond by chains.
We became.
Anything!
And the walls collapsed,
and our secrets weren't the world.
We dressed in our sorrows,
down like the yesterday we hide.
That we are everything!
What did you mention to
people you cannot explain?
That we are so much more
than anything carved in stone.
But what we already are.
Do we completely ignore?
Yesterday.
So don't mark me down
as complete when I am
frozen still.
Anthem.
- Author: ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 10th, 2020 23:56
- Comment from author about the poem: What is tomorrow but today that is Yesterday? A lost memory.
- Category: Surrealist
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