The skies sadness touched me
with a coldness upon my skin
To tell you the depth of it
Just where do I begin

The grey took my breath away
Scattering it amongst the winds
Then as the tears fell
The rain let loose again

My eyes saw no color
Just a veil that was thin
A wavering of vision
as heat waves off ash bins

I tasted a bit of salt
For my wounds, I rubbed it in
The whole of my being grieved
For the sun in a cloud coffin

How do I convey with words
That which is personal within
The thickness of the dictionary
means little when depression sets in