In a world devoid of light
In joyless, loveless realms
Curled in a corner, no more fight
Everything overwhelms
And grey, grey every day

In a quicksand, bottomless pit
Imprisoned, trapped, inside feel dead
The loss of self, the hope, the wit
Dark thoughts spin around the head
And grey, grey every day

In a padlocked cage without a key
Suicide beckons; a way to be free
Curled in a corner, with no energy
Living though the soul bleeds
And grey, grey every day

But Welcome to the little death
Of sleep where tortures fade
The peaceful rhythm of the breath
In lands where dreams are made

3/11/18 JG