Today is Yesterday
As if it was now, then plays itself out.
An eternal tableau of suffering, years past.
But it's today for me because of my mind.
The boy couldn't handle what happened to him.
So he stored the details for the man to sort out.
The man, though, feels like the boy, and it's today.
Today the man cries because the boy cried.
Today the man screams because the boy screamed.
Today the man feels useless because the boy felt useless.
Yesterday is today. And it feels like it will always be.
The memories are a real violation, delayed reaction.
Shocktrauma of the soul, that shouldn't have been.
But there is no triage, no doctors, no parents.
No advocates or social workers to hold the boy's hand.
Just the man dealing with the boy who was all alone.
And for the first time knowing why he was nothing, then and now.
A cheap feeling, and knowing there is no way to make
Yesterday a changeable today.