Shards of Yesterday

By Taunting The Reaper

Shards of yesterday
festering inside of me
like so much hope.

Broken.

And until now I hadn’t realized
the more I hoped for
the more I lost
in murky waters
wet with greed.

A handful of seeds
are all that's left,
cracked and dry,
and spiraling away
like so many memories
of yesterday.

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Published on Friday, December 14, 2007. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

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January 10th, 2011

Comments on "Shards of Yesterday"

On Monday, January 10, 2011, Lylani (116) wrote:

The underlying tone of bitterness and frustration is almost tangible this is so perfectly written
A former member wrote: it wat really good
On Friday, February 1, 2008, FallenHero (4) wrote:

that is the best explination of hope i have heard. its perfect
On Wednesday, December 26, 2007, Aunty Depressant (434) wrote:

Damn be that festering hope!
A former member wrote: hey
On Sunday, December 16, 2007, Kaleidoscope_Heart (111) wrote:

That was beautiful. Hope is two-faced and fickle, but still we all yearn for it.
On Friday, December 14, 2007, Sketso (435) wrote:

Most seeds must become dry and cracked before they will sprout and take root, so I seem to have found the hidden hope in this tale of dust... ;)
On Thursday, December 20, 2007, thelostmessenger (112) wrote:

ironic. but yes, beautiful. *messenger
A former member wrote: a word came to my mind when i read this-wistful.dont know why. but hope is not all lost. u will find it soon.(did i get that out of a fortune cookie?)