Dreary Bliss


Dreary Bliss

A lackluster, granite ocean of mist
Engulfs the expansive skyline.
Somber, unstirring ashen seas persist
As mental faculties decline.
Despondency looms.

The drab-thickened air cries sullen tears,
Its apparent depression matches mine.
Gray-infested weeks resemble years,
As constant as Ponderosa needled pines.
Disheartenment blooms.

Powder-blue cracks begin to form,
Taunting with shallow peeks of azure bliss.
The precious respite calms the inner storm,
As mazarine waves wash away the cloudy abyss.
Dreariness no longer dooms.


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