It’s still and grey today

The sky in fuzzy light and shadow

That never blackens or blues

Not one way or the other

No company or conversation

Just quiet inside and out

In the comfort of this melancholy

And lack of thought or feeling

Unresponsive with lidded eyes

No ache or fire

Neither delusional optimist

Nor insufferable pessimist

Teetering the fine white line

That runs down the road I walk upon

In the grey is where I’ll stay

Until it’s time to raise the stakes

And feel once again

Ground right down until all I can do

Is stand in the corner of a room

And let the sound of my breath

Envelop my ears.