Yesterday Poem by James Haedle

I caught myself falling asleep, and I rolled over
I caught myself falling asleep again, and I felt fear
Fear of what I wonder, the abyss of nothingness I guess
The illusion that I would never have today again?

Another Day as gone, and I lay ready to sleep again
It occurs to me again, this reoccurring dream of waking up.
How long does it last, because I remember last night but not the night before.
Yet every morn, I go about my day like nothing matters

But as I go to bed tonight, I realize the sweet release off sleep
The beauty of letting go, and finding yourself again
Over and over, I can't help but take for granted the gift of Life
Which somehow makes sense of the final frontier, Death...

Surely this is the final release, the ultimate surrender of Yesterday
For every night, I believed I would wake in the morning
Then surely on this last rest, there must be a new dawn
So even if I do not recall, times passed

Surely this time as always, Tomorrow will come.