Gloom as thick as Karo syrup drips from a sunless morning.
Despairing winds blow hopeless dust in swirls
That stick to it and function as a dimmer.
The sound of heartbreak echos in the empty air,
As other lives roll by on leaden tires and disappear
Into the darkness of my outer limits,
Making shadows that would glisten if there was a sun.
Someone took a potshot at the sky and it went out,
And shows no sign of ever coming back.
Music is what’s called for - only that can lift a mood-
But it lies shattered on the parquet floor;
It’s only sounds a whimper and a moan.
Comfort food calls 911 to order Mac ’N Cheese
While the stash of year-old beer is suddenly appealing.
The only way to save this day is **** it
And pray for resurrection on the morrow
When wings of hope will fly
And bring the tiny olive branches
Of a new beginning.
ljm
Some days the blue filter is firmly in place.