That grey sky is ever so looming
pressing down upon my heart
pushing out my memories of happiness
The where’s and why’s,
and my comprehension
it sits outside my window
viewing it’s own reflection with disdain
be a victim
Fighting and straining, grasping towards the edge
looking for another green exit sign.
a sign that says, it’s okay to exit
It’s okay to go.
Or a red exit sign,
stop, as leaving is not an option
I’ll sit here then
where am I to go to?
How am I to leave?
despair is my domain.
A place to revel in, a place to find solace
for what else is there?
when the grey skies
sit outside my window
drivel and garbage heaps fill my mouth
Vomiting I cast them out
Filling other receptacles, others with open arms
Coffee grinders fuel anger
with their whirring and cracking
caffeine graces my lips
and sets fires anew
my world of despair and delusion
Garbage, it’s all garbage
a compost bin that fills with decaying meat
wriggling worms infesting my soul
burrowing and eating away
a carcass I stand
my eyes wish to water the world
with drips of pain and suffering
selfishness abides here
don’t let it fool you
it sits, unattended and yet visited frequently with hopeful smiles
distraction the only guiding light
the only light, as grey skies
ever and only
with broken exit signs filling the cold hearth
Please listen to this song to gain hope and acceptance: Let Go - Frou Frou