Grey lights in a darkened room
headlights approaching too soon
somethings coming and you don’t mind what
All I know is, it keeps me in this spot.
Can’t move if I wanted too
Couldn’t leave, if set free
My mood and my circumstance
Hold on too tight for me.
Resigning to failure
Releasing to my past
Knowing I will go no further
With this melancholy mask.
Friends who have gone before me
The ones who claimed to be there.
And just like the weather,
their time and climate disappear.
So I sit melancholy
Remembering decisions I have made.
Should I have turned left that morning
Would it have prevented my illness
and its reign?