The Repetition

The day withered by

And the air is still tinged with what happened yesterday;


We try to disregard, neglect, and forget;

Yet, we remember everything:


Whose words hit the bullseye,

Who took the bait,

Who grappled and locked horns?


The day withers by

And the mind is still preoccupied;


What shouldn’t matter holds a candle;

The light deepens the memories


That made yesterday a demon’s pothole,

A disintegration of a smile,

A repetition of today.


~Raisa Anan Mustakin 


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