memory corrupts the day

yes it is another new morning
but all our yesterdays
pull from the grave
of my regret snatching
bits of the present like wolves
tearing flesh from a fresh kill
so I rise each day and attempt
to steal my bones from the lock box
of expectations clamped about
each of the decisions I must make
(June 15, 2013)

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