A Grey Day
I wake up to a cold grey day
That matches my mood
In every way.
I’d so like
To just stay in bed
It is so very tempting
To pull the blankets back over my head.
Even the air in my room
Is icy and bitter
Hail pelts down outside
Like silvery glitter.
My fingers and toes
Are basically numb
I cannot even feel
The tip of my right thumb.
Why should I get up
anyway?
I really do not
Feel okay.
I'm sick of pretending
That everything's fine
I want to escape
This head of mine.
Will this dark cloud
Ever leave?
Will it not give me
Even a day of reprieve?
That's it,
I'm not going to try anymore
I'm turning my back on the world and shutting the door.
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