Comfort In Sadness

Frozen in stagnancy, 

The steel blanket hovers, 

Looming across my sky. 

I clutch to this sadness,

Evading the efforts of joy,

Safe here from an inevitable drop…

So familiar, 

so predictable,

I gravitate to these grays,

For they’re easy to navigate,

And fail to cut me deeper.

So set to default, 

Without the complexities

Of a range of emotions,

Or pressures to sustain them,

I remain putting out the minimum, 

Bare…

Maintaining my melancholy,

Finding comfort in sadness.