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.