Yesterday

• Poppy Tonello, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

Yesterday,
When I woke up,
With my heavy head pressed on my bed of silk-
The flowers hung their heads and wept in such soft sorrow,
All that’s left alive on these grounds is me,
And I barely feel like living.
It’s just a matter of time before we all lay on our bed of roses and even silk.
Why is my time not now?
The sky is always grey in my eyes,
Even above the clouds.
You can wake up tomorrow,
With your heavy head pressed on your bed of silk,
And I'll be gone.
Thank you for watering the flowers.
Thank you for bringing the sun out.
But it wasn't for me,
It was for yesterday.