Blue Morning

An every day struggle,

Head heavy with though,

legs bearing the weight.

Heavy throws* and dainty crows,

November rain, it taints our souls.

Screeching vengeance with melancholy bickering,

Silently I sit with a candle that's flickering,

Watching the shadows mock my steps,

With a manic grin for the scene, so grim,

Smiling at rivers of red while my stomach churns,

My heavy head, laid in bed.

Wondering still with a body so stiff,

A body and mind no one can lift,

Dreaming of days when sweet summer rays kiss my skin,

Blue is the mind in these trifling times,

Dreaming of the day of red summer morning.

Walking once more with this blue winter morning.

Author's Note

*throw - blanket
I just write whatever comes to mind, let me know what you think!