The Rose

Gray bleached the color from the day all that was bright has gone away: my mood darkens, fills with dismay sullen and gray, sullen and gray. Sounds muffled by walls within walls, the rain falls and no bird songs call: muted, in drawn, under a pall a light rain falls, a light rain falls. Mimicking the rain my eyes tear. I shut all the lights, disappear. Beneath the cover it's unclear what do I fear, what do I fear. Light brings clarity, all's exposed perhaps to gray I'm predisposed? A soft sunlight pinks the red rose light and dark pose, light and dark pose.