Today
Today is no different than a thousand yesterdays.
The rain pelts hard in my face, pounds on my head,
When I bring sunshine it calls forth a storm,
Perhaps there have been days of sweetness
but no, the storm becomes the norm.
I have lost friends.
Left alone in disgust.
It is a solitary confinement of sorts.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2019
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