Robert Bronski

At the end of the day
I can’t see tomorrow anymore

can’t bring it back to life even in my mind

from the very edge of now

to the foreign loneliness of coming acts

future is dead

and I blame yesterday for becoming EVERYTHING

for running this life to the ground

its paths walked in circles

I thought God had a plan

but it just dawned on me

the design of invisible walls of time we hit with our faces

all around and closing past
as we wake up to the rite of passage

backwards

every man for himself

alone

defenseless child

RIP