Day of Grey

It’s a grey, gloomy day, and I need sleep. Yet again, it’s Sunday and I’m at work. It’s Fathers’ Day and I have yet to see my kids. Two hours and thirty minutes to go before I’m out of here. I don’t feel upset. I just fee this way because I’m at the mercy of the weather.

When it’s grey, I
get this way.
I can’t wait to see the sun.
All my emotions
blend into one.

Uncertain it seems; I can’t remember
my dreams when I sleep.

Do I live them
in the hours
I am alert
and alive?

When I’m awake, when I thrive…

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