Yesterday's toy.

Oblivious to the world,
this zombie-like body moves.
It crosses the thin, glassy edge,
with all hopes set aside.

This entity- so lifeless, impassive,
has but the faintest memory of moments ago.
Trying to change it all,
the worse has broken in.

It took but a day to shatter this once optimistic one.
Now thrown to the side,
like an apple core of yesterday.

Black and white,
the bitter hate.
A voluntary step off the edge,
is all it’ll take,
to put right to these mistakes.