Beat Yesterday Poem by Tim Labbe

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Beat yesterday.

That's all.

The comfort of
misery comes
easy

It skids over cold
pavement
along
with the garbage

It hides in the
power-lines…,
humming and buzzing

It hunches
over the
neighborhood bar,
clenching a bottle

It makes suicide
seem almost easy

But you must Beat it.

Beat yesterday.

That's all.

Pound it to the ground.
Crush in into oblivion,
‘til your knuckles are
raw and bloodied.

And if you're lucky
enough to awaken,
battered and bruised,
you must try again.
Never, ever quit.

It's too important not to.

The comfort of
misery comes easy.

Too easy for most.

Most are
too soft.


by
Tim Labbe