It’s the year of gloom and the day’s morbid
Never morning enough, clouds – they forbid
The mood is on the brink – of an imprecise dawn
Chugging on like a mundane mover in lawn
Sanity is in the black – grief is at peak.
All is fine with the world – not but with me.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
It’s the year of gloom and the day’s morbid
Never morning enough, clouds – they forbid
The mood is on the brink – of an imprecise dawn
Chugging on like a mundane mover in lawn
Sanity is in the black – grief is at peak.
All is fine with the world – not but with me.
