Vajavoda

My Gray Days

A dimly lit room is all that holds me
The quiet sound of nocturnes call within
A somber melody that lets me see
Even through tears falling from my chin

They fall from the memories
The ones that swirl within this mind
Like ever mindful miseries
That wish to pinch and cut and grind

My forlorn and unreachable regrets
That I've no hope to remedy
But only satisfy with cigarettes
Even with so much brevity

Yet I continue on day by day
In my hypocritical belief
That the sky won't always be gray
Corrupted by my grief.

Comments1

  • Rachel Summons

    Each verse draws me into more grief and sadness. "In my hypocritical belief
    That the sky won't always be gray" was my favorite part



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