A Thousand Yesterdays

D
   R
      I
         P
            drop

Let it all fall out.

I cry the tears for a thousand yesterdays.

I weep for Moments Left Bleak

W O R D S  still unsaid

Life --relinquished to the past--

            yet never actually Lived.

I’d sooner lose ALL inhibition

                        and pride

                        and forbearance.

      I’d cry the tears
                           and
               love the pain

Because it  F E E L S  better to
            ache, to seethe in
            misery,

      than to flatline thru to peril.

Lauren Rich
08.29.2013