Poem 1: Yesterday

and now I hear
a farewell cry
a shout of pain
falls from the sky
a wheeling gull
does fly
my senses mulled
to die
a fool
of anguish torn
rising in the morn
of a life
that needs
no prayer
to live its day
and continually stare
with bewildered
eyes that dare
to gaze darkly
into the maze
of feelings lost
in yesterday.