yesterday

a poem about fleeting hope

Photo by Fahad Bin Kamal Anik on Unsplash

what do you do when the lights go out?
how do you even breathe?
why does it feel like the world is grey?
and when do you finally sleep?
when do you know that it’ll be okay?
while the air bites your cheek
how many dawns till the sun shows up
and recolor a world gone bleak?
lately, it feels like nothing makes sense
nothing that can relieve the unease

all the while that the soul burns
how can one not feel despair?
where has all the meaning gone?
just yesterday, it was here
just yesterday, it was here