Gray gloom and wet cold beyond repair,
Draws me to a drab mindless stare.
The mind searches for lights trace,
That a trickle it might find embrace.
Mind looks through tunnels dark,
To find peace a place to park.
I wish for darkness to come to my room,
To rid my eyes of this mindless gray gloom.
No light in my mind was there to search,
There must be another place to perch.
As darkness came and sucked gray into it’s hole,
I found lights trace, it was in my soul.