Was it a day like this, when it all went to the dogs?
Was it a day like this, the sun shining, no cloud above?
Something stirred within me, left me in the fog.
I cried that day, I lost all hope in love.
Was it a day like this, where shapes started to become blurry?
Was it a day like this, when a sharp pain hit me in the groin?
My portrait besmirched like a failed attempt at restoration.
The mirror fallen into pieces, broken glass on the floor.
Was it a day like this or was it a day like yesterday
When everything seemed bleak and even the crow shed a tear
Was it a day like last week, when all hell broke loose?
When the voice inside kept wishing for the noose?
Was it something akin to the hope of liberation?
Was it being fed up with damned stagnation?
Resignation gave rise to a revolt inside.
From inaction sprung forth action, something died.
Was it a day like this when hope lost was found again?
When nothing could be lost and everything was to be gained?
It was a day like this, on which the downwards spiral started.
Today it goes upwards, thoughts nary to be thwarted.