Foggy Day

Foggy Day,
The kind that some call
Coffee days
Becon s me to get lost in myself
Around a black hole kind of moon
Covered up by larger than dense clouds.
The color that the sun gives to life
Is gone
All I seem to see is a black
And white disconnected world
The sun is nothing but
A candle flicker
In a cup on my table with lunch
The sun's energizing rays are lost
My energy is easily drained
By anykind of rudeness
Especially the kind a random person
Subjects me to.
I feel like a walking Zombie undiscovered
Ready to puff away
Like somebody's lost cigarette smoke
In this foggy day.