Yesteryear

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I open my eyes to see the sky,

Yet no sun, stars, or moon show.

I look up and wonder why,

Then I look around and know.


I'm forever trapped in yesteryear,

A time where all is good or bad.

I'll forever see and ever fear,

For its memories are sad.


I see the loved ones that today are dead.

I see them living, I'm filled with dread.

Next I know I'm next to their death bed,

With horrified thoughts drifting in my head.


I wish I lived in the present,

With past mistakes nowhere near.

But no, all my happiness is spent,

And I'm trapped in yesteryear.

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