To my left

Tomorrow it could be better, but all I have is today’s mistakes.

All I have is failed attempts, and I look around,
turn to my left,
to see if God has come down yet.

But no, I am left
with trees and seas
and meadows for pasture,
I am left with hands and bones,
some intact,
some fractured.

I am left abandoned, forced to find sparks, stars, those yellow orbs flying about.

I am in charge of this one single day,
I need to wake up,
and then clean up
before I turn to my left,
and witness another absence,
another soulless plain.

If I could, I would.

I would trade this absence for pain.