Dreary
A moodiness appears on days like this,
when darkness hangs upon the sky.
When gloom and doom roil in clouds,
as they scud angrily upon their high.
Where down below a pall hangs over,
darkening, dreary, depressing, scene.
A putrid, pallid, pitied pattern of pain,
slides in over slippery slopes unseen.
Fading landscape's melancholy façade,
coloring mind's most murky thought.
Into dark and dreary, tearful and bleary,
states of being so often overwrought.
No comforting thoughts can break the spell,
dreary's got a hold of one's mind in hell.
Alcohol burns and the fire's flame tries to quell,
those deep dark memories only time would tell.
Until the sun, once again, returns to light,
dreary will reign in the half-light of night.
Rays of its splendor will peek from the clouds.
Mind will light up and chase away dread.
Once again, lighting up hope, just ahead.
Copyright © Ronald W. Hull
6/2/16
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Allows us to face
Corners without glow
Life grinding and low
But I know you'll rise
Write thoughts that surprise.
and as in the past
Illumined what's vast
Charlie
David
This morning is dreary here in UK, but with the promise of Sunshine later...thus enough to keep spirits from becoming too dreary...
Like John, I like your use of alliteration...
An enjoyable and thought provoking piece...
Diana...
Dreary the mood and phrasing in your verses.
Splendor of the rays awakens hope once again.
Fine writing Ron. Lady Mary Ann
Always,
Deborah
Michael D.
Written in fine fashion!
Love ya!
Jane
PS: It is interesting that the word for umbrella in Arabic is "shamsiyyah", the initial letters, "shams", mean the sun. So an umbrella in these places is an instrument that protects you from the sun, and not the non-existent rain.
John