I thought the sun was coming out today
But it fooled me once more
Silly me to have believed
that the first light had any meaning
My cold, bare arms filled with dismay
What a rotten trick to the core
Aggrieved and deceived
Elsewhere there must be greening
Tell me a story
Any story
I no longer believe
The beer glass is filled with Cabernet
Such lies we do deplore
Veils once misperceived
Weaning from lies, we are now breathing
Tell me a story
Any story
I no longer believe
Categories: poetry, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
Very strong thought. The reader can relate in so many ways. An empty canvas poem to trigger hundreds of likely thoughts. Good piece. 🙂
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Thanks so much. Hope you are having a lovely day
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Sounds like “spending a winter in San Francisco one summer” (Mark Twain) is starting to get to you?!
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Indeed!
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