Rubble of Yesterday

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Rubble of Yesterday

Promises of the mind set aside in the days of youth;

visions stored in a hopeful place to become dim

memories and fade away.  A glimpse into the window

of twilight time lays the tombstones of yesterday’s

promises; rubble covered with reminiscent vine.

 

Embers burn within the soul no peace can one find;

there are fewer tomorrows, weep for the uncertainty

of the future and of dreams left behind.  If you could

turn back time would you trust your heart to relive your

life, accepting the future whatever it may be, would you

disregard truth and trust what your eyes see?

 

Yesterday’s promises are hidden dreams, try to find new

excitement in your life, rid yourself of turmoil and strife.

Awake your consciousness, your journey is not yet over,

there are new mountains to climb, forget the rubble of

yesterday, use wisely your time.

 

©2016.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 

 

thBPHSKA15“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”

 

 

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Fragments of Yesterday…

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Fragments of Yesterday

In the dusty corners of yesterday are

buried fragments of humanity, ancient

history, forgotten mothers, fathers,

children, good, evil, and beyond death

a veiled ambiguous world that is still a

mystery.

A people that after millions of years of

evolution, cannot see the reality of it all;

the human race learns nothing they

endlessly continue their destructive

fall.

Blood drenched roads from barbarity to

civilization measured by the futility of the

enlightened, and those sacrificed are

forgotten.

As humans, we judge others by our own

beliefs, we recoil, we threaten, we kill, and

the blood of virtue we continue to

spill.

Millions of years from now when barren land

reaches as far as the eyes can see; will the

dusty corners of yesterday show fragments of

how we destroyed humanity, will the veiled

curtain of death no longer be a mystery.

©2015.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree