Yoona

[Fragments of Yesterday

It’s Sunday morn and the sun’s up and bright
The throbbing pain in my head doesn’t feel right
Flashing pictures in my memory now an agony
Cold sweat, too dizzy to get up, I might throw up.
I am alive. I pondered staring at the ceiling
But where am I? Clueless with this sickening feeling.
My thoughts seem a dancing puzzle to me now,
Trying to recall the days gone, yet those never die.
As I counted the joys and tears with a troubled sigh
I realized, maybe some meant to stay for a while, Perhaps few would linger forever. Or, am I just in denial?
In half-closed eyes, I try to ignore the pain
And the bitterness rose like bile in my throat,
Oh, now so vivid I just swallowed hard the truth
As I looked at my chest, my then delicate skin’s
Carved, sketched with old and new limpid scars.
They were my rewards from countless wars
I fought maybe long ago or perhaps just recently,
And those scenes replaying like ’twas yesterday
Recurring nightmares that haunted me this far.
They’re nothing but remnants of the days gone by, Unwelcome fragments of yesterday that never die.