Yesterday

the past tugs at the flickering embers of fleeting emotion
still struggling at the edge of your mind, your being
endlessly overrun and consumed by the dark flames of this world
threatening to plunge you into an eternal night
where morning light is an impossible hope hung on an invisible string
there is nothing else to grasp at
and yet the very action will spark the collapse of it all
so must we look behind us when the day still existed
in order to fumble upon a path that will lead forward?