Grey Days

I awoke this morning wrapped in the soft, clingy veil of dark depression Everything I thought about, Everything I saw, Everything I felt Was smudged & smeared with grey Unkempt, unbidden streaks of charcoal Scribbled across the blank page Of my yet unwritten, already messy day --- (Where has all the sunlight gone? It’s high noon on a bright summer’s day So where has all the sunlight gone? All I can see is grey!) --- I’m an evening alcoholic – I wait ‘til after 5 Then render myself numb, vitriolic, Get ready to greet my demons when they rise It’s so much easier to face them when I’m 3 sheets to the wind I imagine I destroy them, tear them up, rip their limbs But then, when I wake up, hoping this time they’re gone I finds them all present, they scream siren songs That seduce & entrance me with harsh fascination Until another day starts in the usual fashion And I remember I’m grey and that’s how I’ll stay (but how I WISH that the sadness would just go away!)