Yes – I know it was yesterday but here’s my contribution that I wrote today anyway…
High chance of rain
When you’re trapped by the ever decreasing circle that is age.
Longing for a chance to turn the next page.
Light fades from inside
And to carry what’s left
Is a burden unwanted
A memory bereft
The mirror is showing the self that you are
In your head there is beauty forged from a star
Love freely from pain
It’s a thick, guilty shame
But your choices have fixed you,
There’s a high chance of rain.
So, it is set that this road you are on
Is not the one wanted but the one that has won
And those feelings inside
Are where they should stay
Never speak of tomorrow
For it’s always today.