Where has all the colour gone?
That once dressed my life in finery,
And lifted my heart to sing.
Now all appears a sodden grey,
That sticks and clings,
Like cheap and dreary paint,
To the fabric of my existence,
So that joy and delight are faded memories.
I yearn for the days,
When colour was everywhere I looked,
At every turn a new delight.
But those days seem like some distant dream,
A life lived by some other,
That callously has left me behind,
To drift upon an ocean of drab and sickly grey,
A world of endless hopelessness.
(8th February 2010 )
