Feeling Human...

Out of my window,
The view it's as grey as can be
Leaving me in a world of ambiguity...
Grey morn's, I like not it's as miserable as can be
As I hide beneath my quilt hibernating
As the old boy brings me a cup of tea 
Flowing like a river my tears
Cause am sad as can be
That before my eyes a gossamer impeding me
From visualising beyond my misty morns
I like not mistiness greyness it does nothing for me
Except leaving me in desultory
Energy can find not cause it's as grey as can be
My mind refusing to accept this greyness before me
Reaching high trying unfurling those curtains in the sky
As wide as can be
But the denseness is such
It does not help me!
Getting up on my perch it helps not me
Even on my tip toes overbalancing me
Looking beyond my universe
It's as high as can be
But I know I know that behind those gossamer clouds
A blue sky there will be
With the sun brightly scintillating before me
I need brightness in the darkness of my days
Dispersing, those gossamer clouds, from my mind my eyes
Letting lightness in, leaving me feeling
Much more humanly!!

By Connie James