Loneliness

            Black is the day I wake up to

            black is the day I sleep through

            quiet the blackness-

            that makes time go by
            heavy, oppressing, beating me down
            til nervous, on edge,
            I finally succumb
            I sleep through the black
            one eye open and one looking through
            black windows   
            black doors
            black rooms
            black dreams
            to wake up to a new black day
            and do it all again
            envelopes me in this black shroud
            and somewhere in my mind
            I think of grey,
            and wonder
            grey days to wake up to
            grey days to sleep through
            with one eye open and one looking through
            grey windows
            grey doors
            grey rooms
            grey dreams
            would I feel less lonely...