some days

Today was not a good day

Started with a meh

There was something resembling hope

In- between

Ended with the skies opening up

Irony was not lost on me

Oscillating between 'why me?'

And 'I probably have it far better than the most.'

Sweet guilt.

Scrambling for a deep breath 

In strange corners 

Of my own home

Few times did i witness

Darkness as stark

Silence as shrill

It changed though 

Nothing is permanent 

Not even pain this sharp

The memory of it

Already fading 

Eh, today was probably not that bad.