the skies turned gray
so I turned into bed
and laid down
with some soft music playing
that told me stories of anger
and hatred and love
and let myself drift into sleep
and listen to the same song
twice, three times, over
again.

when I awoke
it was for first time in months.
my eyes wide open, looking out
at the sky who had turned blue
again.

too late
I realized what had happened,
when I heard the same melodies
flow into my ears over and over
and I wondered if I should drift
back into comforting sleep
again.

this time though,
I knew my mistake
and I would not be making it
again.