“Yesterday”
A 2025 Original poem by Axton N.O. Mitchell
I found my old notebook yesterday
man I knew I should have throw it away.
reading over the words I’d only written and never say
somethings they never change
a gut punch from the past hitting me full blast
each and every emotion
I feel as if the day I wrote them was
yesterday
thinking about the fact that I know not one of these people anymore
is so surreal it brings me
chills
it is a different thrill
I’m sure you don’t get this but
those who know will
and the guardian does
Memo from the Author:
Stay tethered.
More stories and voices will come.
This is only the beginning.
Say it. Don’t spray it.