Contending with Grey

i feel grey creeping in again
melancholy next of kin
solitude breeding sin
isolation sinking in

i long for something visceral
to rouse my pulse and shake my skull
to give me something new to say
respite to pain so dull and grey

the world feels bleak and devestating
my means are meek-eviscerating
my hands are dry and lascerating
my mood is sick and oscillating

the danger’s here deep inside
grey surges forth right through my eyes
if i could cry maybe i could try
to resist the pain and taste the sky

i need to sit and meditate
seek company take time to pray
to ward off demons taking shape
to ward off moods so sickly grey