Somewhere I lost a day twenty-four hours went away this I knew when I awoke and the time had been revoked fast-forward to the now with whiplash in full effect by a skip of in-between in the realm of consciousness
tomorrow has been replaced without remembering yesterday the memory empty as a void where the experiences were explored those hours are now gone stolen by the thief I’ll absolve my mind was the fiend leaving me now betrayed
I’ll continue to move forward knowing tomorrows are one short hoping the rest will arrive and not repeat the day that lied.
The poem “The Day That Lied” is about an actual weekend during which I lost Saturday. I spent the whole of Sunday believing that the next day was going to be the actual Sunday. Needless to say, I was disappointed.