Spleen

They are days so sad 

that even sadness

becomes inspiring .

A shade of blue in the blues,

 a stain of blood  in the mood ...

 Melancholy  under the mask 

reaveling the thought  of faces

and those hidden  tears  

that pretend to be  rain ,

heavy life  and burden ..

City slowly falling  asleep ,

boring old tired  melody ,

plaintive violin ,metro line,

crying car tracks on the streets,

  Spleen  in the skies ...