Dark Skies

Dark skies have been coming,
the clouds have been gathering
The wind is changing;
the barometer is falling;
a chill comes over my body.

I sit here confused.
If I look out my window,
I see the sun shining.
The tree tops are still,
and the birds are singing.

Why can't I hear them?
Why can't I feel the sun's warmth?
These are questions that haunt me.
This is the curse that consumes me.

My world is painted in shades of gray,
devoid of vibrant colors and
absent of joy and direction.

The clouds continue to gather,
the storm is upon me.

Dark skies are here.