daylight ends

 
struggling to touch daylight
my body hurts and I can't reach the blueness
my soul sinks into the dark
where melancholy stirs within me

She has something to say
then with a heavy, indigo voice
she utters some days are bluer than blue

culted truth the ink is heady
my thoughts spill from my veins
in deep pools of honesty

I'm in pain, and sorrow lurks
weighing in also
speaking in metaphors, she purges

talk not of the black dog
instead, remember the red door
It doesn't make sense
but inside me, sensibility takes note

The green days are over for me
I'll take the red door out