A Poem

Another Monday, cold and grey. 

Even the smell of freshly brewed coffee can't make the cobwebs go away.

The thought of permanent sleep is close to my heart,

But I am a victim of my art. 

I need to play, but that can't be done,

The reasons for this a far more than one...

Why did I end up here in a place that I hate? 

Another reason I can not relate.

Am I a poet? Good heaven's NO

I'm dreaming of somewhere nice to go.

A place all sunny, bright and so gay

That it makes the nightly demons go away

Perhaps with a sparkly beach near by

So that I can sit down on golden sand and cry.

The waves will wash my tears away

And maybe that will be a place where I can stay.

A place of beauty and warmth and no snow

So that my inner self can come back and glow.

I just wish to be happy and have fun and play

And not be surrounded by all this grey.

Yes, I am lonely and I feel sad

In spite of some good things, and that makes me feel bad.

My spirit has left me and my freezing heart.

Where do I look to for rescue? My art?

It's just another Monday, cold and grey

And the coffee did not make the cobwebs go away....