Teacup in a storm
In the morning i woke up full of optimism
Fired up and ready to face my problems
It was not to be
The unreasonableness of those i hold dear
Emptied my teacup of optimism
I spoke my mind
I am still of the mind i spoke
No apologies
It was taken badly
Wrongly construed
And those i thought were in trenches with me
Threw down the gauntlet
Abandoned me
To wander out to sea
In an unnecessary storm
Emptying my teacup of optimism
Creating an unnecessary storm
And i, feeling like an empty teacup
A teacup, empty, in a storm
A teacup in a storm.
C.22102021
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Thank M Asim Nehal. ' Gee, its good to be back. Home is where wanna be I been on the road so long...'. Your comment reminded me of Simon and Garfunkel.