Blinded by Grey

I look outside and the day is grey
There’s no sun on which burns we blame
The bright light, clouds betray
Every day is such as the same
I’m but a lion with no mane

Not but this, the days are slow
Numb and blend with no amend
I fall and rise to and fro
Sipping black I lack to understand
Will these days ever see their bitter end?

No sunlight, pale white, concaves under eye
Merciful mirrors don’t exist
Thick is the dark so I float blind as Bligh
Nevertheless, mentality purges mist
Perhaps a doctor is needed, oculist? 

*William Bligh was stranded at sea after a mutiny for 2 weeks. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 7/29/2017 10:42:00 AM
What a great poem. Welcome to poetry soup
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Gerson Ribeiro
Date: 8/2/2017 12:58:00 AM
Thank you!