Days of Grey

Forsake the celestial star,

Lone passages of the slightest ray,

I bathe my skin in glooms of grey

I forgot the way of day

In bed, I lay for hours

Sounds of cars, buses, and impatience

Consist of my usual cadence

I slowly die at my own expense

I lost taste for words

It hurts to conceive them

To listen and utter them

Every single knock, I condemn

I’m drowning in days of grey

“Leave me be,” I mutter

Forgive me, forgive her

“…Abandon me not,” I stutter

Sunder my heart, my mind

I know not the way of living

Emptiness in me is stirring

Sleep, child, while your world’s blurring.

Joanie Thériault – May 9^th, 2017