Today And Everyday Poem by Chitra Bisht

A bad, bad day
That buried life and soul
Endless rounds of verbal onslaugh
As always, faced them alone

Whyz and howz didn't bring respite
As always, told to take things in stride

As night grew darker, did soul searching
Maybe moving on is the right thing

Is it?
Coz the next day and the day after
Things won't change, improve or alter

Come morrow, I'll still be a punching bag
Belittled, downsized and yelled at

Coz again I'll be told to suck it up
Act mature, be considerate, grow up

The night has grown dark, darker will be morrow
None to make things better or to lessen sorrow

With morning, the predators will begin
the tirade of punching and yelling

Forever tis has been this way
Like this, today and everyday