Shades of Grey

Shades of my mood filling the sky,
the dark rolling clouds find my mind.
In the darkness, I see its eye -
looking for a soul that is blind.

It gazes at the balcony
because it is there that I stand.
Demanding its alimony
for trying to escape dark's plan.

Covering me in shades of grey
to hold me tight within the scheme.
Through the door to evade the day
darkness leading in eerie stream.

Down to the seat from which I write,
a glimpse of something sitting there.
There is a tugging from the night
as I find my place in the chair;

and there I find an empty sheet
under power of a blank slate.
It is here darkness and I meet
for our scheduled unholy date.

Through the window, above me there,
is the eye looking for my crime.
Into it staring with a glare
my anger feeding my mind's climb.

Shades of gray, depression's nature,
holding down the creative light.
The days slip by; the skies of azure,
covered in haze and removed from sight.

"Perhaps, to defeat the shadows
in my chair... its best not to meet."
Lowering the shade on my window
and staring down at a blank sheet.

James L Finley
June 5, 2008