A Day Dark And Drear

Free verse expression of how we all feel at times

Dark thoughts lurk

In dim recesses of my mind

 Waiting patiently

For my guard to drop

And give them access

To emotions…The color of cold,

Grey concrete and the feel

Of stainless steel.

All is dark and drear

Seems as if even the breeze

Has ominous intent

Poking and prying as if

Searching for entrance

To whisper into my mind

Poisoned prose cloaked in

Prim, innocent clothes.

Yes…Today…will be…most certainly

…A day most dark and drear…

Author's Note

A rare venture (for me) into free verse.