I Love Oak Trees. Poem by Sabel Panzram

today feels like suicide,
cyanide and cigarettes.
simple wishes,
and silly regrets.

heavy heartbeats,
and lonely rhythms,
here inside this prison.

today feels like an oak tree
rough and rooted deep.
old tired face,
no true knowledge of its place.

stretching towards hell,
reaching words heaven,
equally torn, deeply forlorn.

tomorrow feels like monotony,
more same than change.
more hurt than there ought to be.

yesterday feels like
a dream,
yesterday feels like scars and screams,
superficial thoughts and steam.