Oh my, you really could not see, That I was gloomy. Just as the grey clouds, Outside the window - the sun's shrouds. You were more curious about the drops On the windscreens, Instead of those That were rolling down my cheeks.
Okay this is a twisted and exaggerated version of the exact feeling. Also, I was really bored.
It sure is such a rarity To have any kind of clarity In this pall we’re covered with - no verity Grey is not lit with any prosperity Only shroud covered lands all in a form of familiarity Knowing what is covered, but cannot see it’s true identity Shadows cast through the day of skies so cloudy A wet mist reminds - there is no remedy Sunshine does not peek or wink through an atmosphere so gloomy Dark grey grows over the land walked by one in singularity Unfortunately, having clarity is such a rarity, a sad insincerity..
When the day is gloomy, depressed, and/or down feeling. When you feel that the world about you is so far away from any of your senses....
I'm beginning to see swirling clouds Form in my mind All the thoughts held back Away from the glares of their eyes Cocooning myself Away from their words filled with lies
I cannot bring myself to stand up... And I don't know why? Is it the innocent hurt? Or the lack of strength left in me to vie For a warmth that is left unfound As I shroud myself away from their deceitful reprise And as the shroud I've covered myself with Becomes colder, to my demise I've lost my voice Between all the screams and cries That are left unheard Unhelped Undermined.
Why is the color of death black? The color of night of inside a cave of your mother’s womb of behind your eyelids. The color of no color. For some, it’s white– of crumbling columns of ash of salted soil where nothing grows of days when the sun shines too bright to see when you look out your window and can’t see your mailbox when you leave home and drive through clouds of snow blowing across the highway of snow dusting the air from the backs of semis of ice buried under snow and you see the fields and trees, the world shrouded in white and wonder if you’ll be buried here too.