Any Gray Day
By
Alex McKenzie
The dawn of another day of gray,
The sky the color of dead ash.
The clouds an angry smear across the sky,
Threatening the silence of the morning.
Street lights casting a corona around themselves,
As if protecting themselves from a darkness unending.
Dull and lifeless does my soul feel,
When gazing into this cold morning sky.
My mood darkens as do the heavens above,
The clouds ready to loose their fury.
My emotions following the day ever changing,
The same as in the swirling gray mass above me.
The dawn of a new day of gray..........
