Life in Shadows of Yesterday by FaustHabenicht, literature
Literature
Life in Shadows of Yesterday
Lost within the shadows of past hopes and dreams
Yet still moving ever ahead
Wishes for the future can barely be seen
And every morning is filled with dread
Wondering if they should ever be reached
Or will they only be seen within dreams?
The rubble of aspirations, of hope
It lies scattered around my feet
The faded memories which it invokes
I have no desire to see
When did everything become about payments?
No one ever has any time, anymore
I’m able to talk to friends a single day of the week
Everything is business, nothing is free
Except for the eternal misery
The cycle forever perpetuates itself
Earn to live, live to ea
Somewhere along the way, life began to fade
Leaving only automated functions in its place
Efforts done out of need but never out of want
What was once verdure is umber and gaunt
Fragments of the past scattered as brittle leaves
Concomitant with forgotten memories
What was valued, now scarcely a thought
What was hunted is forever beyond reach
There was a time when the search weren’t for naught
Those days are behind me
Sleep offered no dreams, none that could be recalled
Their memories faded as the withered leaves of fall
I required sedation to avoid restless nights
They only robbed fantasies of the mind
Trapped in the hyperborean sea
Here on this severed phantasm of life
It wasn’t marked on the charts it seemed
For visitors were seldom, of any kind
Across the waves of nightmares and dreams
Perpetual daylight cursed the land
There were no sunsets to grace the frozen sands
The last dreamer to arrive at this waste
Marveled at the isle’s beauty, to my dismay
The eternal cold and countless years
Had turned its marvels into mocking sneers
Walk
Faint and worn by time
Is the glint in my eyes
You can’t try to warm yourself against me
My body may as well be ice
With a heart that no longer bleeds
I don’t have success, I don’t have extra cash
I’ve got degrees but they may as well be trash
Never got hired on their merits
My skills and the market have always been disparate
The economy tanked, more family dead
More friends lost, and calm is only found
With a thousand milligrams plus of meds
Or a single payment apartment underground
I gave up on love long ago
I have truthfully no interest in sex
On occasion I get drunk or stoned
So that for at least a few hours I c