I once relished in days like these
Bathed in grey suds
That hang above for eternity
Or so it seemed

The weeds of heartache
Seemingly sprawl for miles
I am greeted with their chokehold
Dragged to their lowly caverns
Beneath their wild roots
I find the origins of true despair

For a moment distress clears
As light pierces the vast grey ceiling
Bestowing brief resolve
Fleeting perspective
That unshackles my body from cold dismay  

But I descend
Below the iron skies
The traveling dark I once proudly claimed
Beneath the very storm
I’ve sought to cradle me in sleep
To dispel the anguish that coils within