yesterday, the nineteenth of May
how was your day yesterday?
did you feel the pain,
did you feel it all the way?
‘cause I’m telling you now
I don’t think you’ll ever know
how I felt on the nineteenth of May.
it came and went like most days do,
but we both know there was that cloud
nagging and trailing along after you and me.
did it bother you?
I sincerely hope it did
’cause it bothered the hell out of me.
over my head for twenty-four hours,
made worse by my utter apathy.
how was your day yesterday?
did you know what it meant,
did you know what to say?
‘cause I’m telling you now
I don’t think you’ll ever know
how I felt on the nineteenth of May.
there were things to be done
that never got done,
short- and long-term plans to be made
that were never put to date.
and, truthfully, you have to admit
this all happened because you wanted to play God.
you were a great God for, oh,
seven months.
but seven months is a short time
in the big scheme of things.
how was your day yesterday?
did you feel any regret,
did you get down and pray?
‘cause I’m telling you right now
and I’ll keep telling you then
I don’t think you’ll ever know
how I felt on the nineteenth of May.
Comments
It’s hard to understand what you are writing about. Maybe it’s my lack of knowledge in the poetic world, but one thing I do know, is that there’s pain in this poem, in yesterday
Well, it wasn’t necessarily meant to give details. ;] That would defeat the point. Hehe.
– Kaiya Knox
this is really awesome…
Thank you so much. (:
– Kaiya Knox
nice writing :)
Thank you very much, James. [: You’re so kind.
– Kaiya Knox
This poem has a lot of potential. It’s almost dark. It’s certainly sad, but it’s angry too.
The feeling it gives off (and maybe a bit of the metre and rhyme scheme) is kind of reminiscent of Poe, but maybe I’m jumping ahead of myself with such a judgment.
Thank you…? [:
It was certainly meant to be dark/sad/angry/etc., but reminiscent of Poe? I cannot say; I don’t know much about him or his writing (other than the basics).
– Kaiya Knox