Yesterday

Extended
Invitation
Which do I choose?
Stirring
My desires
Will I listen?

The bells rang soft
I did not come.

Pulling
Towards the pity
This gripping sting.
The fear
Of then; of time
When turns to chaos.

The bells rang peace
I did not come.

Inborn
And all will see
Such as this?
Identity
And self, composed
In twisted matrix.

The bells rang deep
I did not come.

Tugging
Tenacity
My back to winds.
And soft
Is gone; no more;
I can't resist the flow.

The bells rang strong
I did not come.

Calling
One small child's voice
Through all the noisy space.
But she holds
And drags me in
Tempestuous time.

The bells rang future
I will come.

And the wrinkled hand of Yesterday
Lies limp, and silent; still.