Yesterdays

Facing another yesterday
Of tomorrow-
Is a dread sitting ugly in the gut.
Complex and continuous,
It's erosion leaves mind-threads bare,
Hallmarking the slow-burning anger.
Wish to step forward,
And end it all,
As the space of 10-7,
Gets uncontrollably claustrophobic.
In this jeer,
There is derision and self-depreciation
As also treating emotions as enemies.
It's all a downhill slide,
The way to the bottom.
Lurking decay of faith,
Resignation the only relief.
As time runs out,
And slips out of the hourglass,
Panic settles in-
As the shadow stands in awe of loss.
Thinking about the voice and it's tonality,
Stress-buds swell up
As the broken neck hangs in defeat.