The second day, for all I know,
brings back old aching circumstances.
New beginnings were just a day ago.
The everlasting darkness overtaking
the last moments for new chances.
It won’t get bright, although she’s shining,
that mother of all living, up in the sky.
As for her enemies, these clouds of trouble
are making progress, acting like a herd,
turning everlasting light in living with a lie.
Some know all about the shivering cold,
that penetrates the wounds of yesterday.
Those who live with hound dogs on their trail,
reluctant to see reflections in a mirror, consequentially
know that these memories are here to stay.
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