Muggy

Discontented quiet, for I have no words to question    
Or to answer the crow's cawing in the silence
Sitting in the dimness of a cloudy day    
   
There are no words, just crows  
And thoughts buried in the pushed aside  
Just like shoveled snow  
Blackbirds for the day to mock  
The black thoughts I try the hide  
I'm the tranquil pools cast rock  
Vexed at heaven only knows  
And yet the feelings ride  
As grey to blackness grows  
   
Some days seem ordained that way  
As though thoughts themselves were acts of war and violence  
And sleep yet hours away, seems trouble's only cession