Some days
you just wake
defeated,
thoughts deflating
as they squeal through the gloom
like balloons blown up
then released with no knot
trapping in the air.
You just look at the grey
and it glares back,
like staring into the void
and just seeing
the mirror image of you.
On days like this its
easier to collapse into a heap,
surrounded by the puddles
of tears you weep,
or dissolve yourself into a fitful sleep
like instant coffee on a spoon
whisked into a whirlpool
of gloomy brown sludge.
And the thoughts just won’t budge.
You listen to them circling.
Vultures screeching for a feast,
and you, with a sign hanging around
your neck, saying 'all you can eat.'
Some days you just
can’t face the mirror,
the look of winter
deep inside your eyes.
The look of loss
at something that hasn't died,
but has evaporated away
into a stormy sky.
As you know some dreams
won’t ever come true,
when sometimes the magic
casts itself over a different view.
So, on days like this
it’s easier to say goodnight,
wave farewell to the day
and stay in the dark,
away from any light,
as you know that
your stains pollute
the brightness
of those all around,
and you close your eyes
wishing to the sky,
for the next day
to be clearer with a more
peaceful smile.
