Gray Day

Nothing

But rain dripping deep and hollow

On the roof a heartbeat

Irregularly echoing

 

Nothing

But cold coffee in my mug

Reheated and forgotten and reheated

And forgotten

 

Nothing

But growling in my stomach

Yelling at me to be filled

Hotly knotted

 

Nothing

But the smallest of blood flow reaching my toes

Unnoticed at first with standing

Moments later, near collapse

 

Nothing

Published, but drafts of poems

Edited and waiting

Me delaying

 

Nothing

To do today but file away

The moments as they dribble past

Gray and drab

 — by Me

GrayDay Trees, Clouds, Gray Day by Tom Brown

~ by April on April 29, 2013.

3 Responses to “Gray Day”

  1. Captured the ennui, the greyness, the mournful state, perfectly

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