the grey swallows me whole;
headaches, emptiness
replace my mind and soul.

it's too light to sleep through;
it's too dark to wander, too.

alone, I will lay
sleep may come,
and the dusk will turn to day.

but the dusk doesn't end,
it only lets the sun appear once,
my cracked skull it will mend.

the dark comes every year
and I remind myself,
the beginning of light is near.