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!)
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