…only to be replaced

Tomorrow today will start again
now nightfall approaches on its stealthy steed
the bright light of torches
burning what is left of the dreams of yesterday
vanished again from time and space
I am forever wandering in my thoughts
trying to unravel the mystery of me
as I seek to evade the inevitable disappointment
the fragile nature of hope
yesterday is now disguised as another distant tomorrow
and what I think is today is completely erased
only to be replaced, over and over, like me
untold stories rising from the well of silence
brief fragments of a dream, somehow recalled without revision
but newly assailed by yesterday’s sorrows
today has circled back to me and once again I find myself
awakening in the void , trying to gaze into yesterday
as grief whispers from the shadows
fresh ripples of pain run through me again and again
I am like a moth trapped behind glass
flying over and over into the transparent wall
filled with nothing but emptiness
desperately trying to fly free
today now erased, only to be replaced, like me
© Ann Bagnall