Only Yesterday

Dense the darkness
that surrounds a life in stasis
inky substance in the atmosphere
with the feel of being mired in a bog
for others cast the depth of their despair
upon the pile already there

When suddenly, the soul begins to rise
struggling to heal the compromise
of mind's misunderstanding
in the sight and mighty feel
of a memory of brighter days
that explodes within the haze
of sorrow spent

and we're left alone to wonder
was it only yesterday
that love was here?

?Michaelette?

1/15/2000
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