Across the bridge of tomorrow,
beyond the arch of today.
I can see only sorrow,
an endless vista of hope's decay.
In the mirrors of the past,
within reflections of yesterday.
Painful memories that last,
till the very ending of days.
Haunting echoes throughout the night,
distant cries that fills the day,
My present is my dawn and lonely twilight,
the past and future holding no sway.
The rising sun heralds the day,
as its setting is the night's pretext.
The only task that I defray,
is surviving on until the next.
The lack of yesterdays and tomorrow's absentia,
a farewell to fate and hope's refrain.
When and where constraints my dementia,
the here and now my only domain.
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