Reliving

Yesterday, I was thinking of yesterday

Living in dead hours
Yes to scrapped days

I wish I could say noterday
but dictionaries will be worried

beyond words, with naysayers;

anon with tomorrow I'm perpetually in wars

relay race continues to rehearse
mind ceaselessly carry memories, like hearse

it hardly has a trace
how it disappears behind grace;

hurt, hidden, punished, banished
in hell, in hell, in hell.

Powerless

I am slowly buried under the earth
I struggle to heal my moments

thousands of them, pouring in,

but I have also learned to plan and win
for days yet to be born

with my learned horn
my head, my head, my head is only alive

why!

I wish I could live light, feel good,
forever in heaven, engaged and full
but I have learned to live in my beautiful
dazed yesterday
with heaps of known sorrow
reliving in the dead tomorrow.