Solitude

No kindly weather this This that strips me of all but weariness Weariness creeps through my soul this dull day Day of colliding colours dimmed, wasted, washed away, and I I am drawn down into it's poverty of greyness, I drown Drown while dark clouds weep Weep for the solitary sparrow that flies Flies on a cruel wind, on the cusp of Life's deadly thrust Thrust about, poor bird, shall it be lost? Lost, brought down, uncared for, turned to dust Dust and no kind eyes to watch it while it dies Dies. In the claw of raw solitude it lies Cold, solitary....so alone Alone...like a whisper in the night...