Living in the Gray

Tangled in treason

mirror black with betrayal

no sleep

between the snowdrops

no awake

between dark’s claws

moments of uncertainty

clouded gray

where I lie

in agony


January 2019

(This was a combo poem from 4 prompts for JanuaryFalls19 hosted by BreathWords/Ashley Jane)


Control Freak


Weather controls me, and I hate him.  I am completely at his mercy, and today he gave none. Windy with total grayness.  That was today.  That was my mood. And there was no escaping it. It wrapped me in a blanket of misery so tightly I couldn’t even fight to get free. There wasn’t a single ounce of light ever to crack through today’s blah.

This control freak even dominates my writing. Everything on the page today seems somber gray with a side of heartache.  I guess I am easy prey for this beast.  He has swallowed my heart and smile–at least for today.  Maybe tomorrow he’ll serve up sunshine with happiness dessert.