There are Those Days of Worlds Gone Gray

There is this day,
When all is well,
All is fine and dandy.
There is this moment,
When the day is high,
The sky looks nice and tasty-
Even I can touch it.

There is a moment,
When times get foggy,
Dreary, dead and deaf.
The blues go cold,
The brights go dim,
Falling from the sky-
I am.

There is a moment,
When the now and then,
Is no longer lovely.
It's painful to trudge on,
Hurtful to laugh,
Yet the tears don't come.

Gone goes the blue skies,
Gone is the taste of candy,
Gone is my bright high life-
Left me here to die.
I fell.
So the world turned to gray.

There are those days.