12/365 Never these days | Poetry

There is never a single day
wrapped in memories
that can go astray into the unknowns

There is never such a day like yesterday
where tomorrows look back and say
don’t bother, you are damned anyways

There is never a today
where you know exactly how it will go
and yet you bring a fake surprise on a tired face

There is never a tomorrow
where yesterday detaches itself
as today silently loses its relevance.

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