Overcast Days.

Flatbottomed blankets of soupy-grey clouds, Frowning downwards, silently dour and still. Clinging tenuously, while winding around Each tendril of light, icy breath wisping Away ectoplasmicly skyward. Reminds me Of mind-clogging stupified, shadowy days When dated note brought what I 'd knowingly Guessed - you had gone - and left crazily Dashed hopes of any togetherness, but I coped, and eventually by willing This cloudy, overcast life away, I cut And unplugged any unshed tears, killing Stone dead my future fears I adopted An obstinate smile, misery now stopped. I had outlasted grey days and moved on.