I awaken to the gray dawn, and roll from bed.

Pain rips through my body, stretching from my heart.

A body racked with pain rises, no longer sure of purpose.

The sweet sounds of the song birds seem muted,

 and air, that should be warm, brushes my skin with a chill.

Existance itself seems futile.

For outside the world seems dark.

So full of hate and anger.

All love seems snuffed out, and hope a distant memory.

 My mind simply goes through the motions.

Slowly putting stressed muscles to task,

but the extremities seem cold, unable to feel the pump of warm lifeblood.

The once cozy surroundings of home bring back only painful memories.

Even nature,

once a glowing escape from reality,

greets me with a pale light and a cold, lonely wind.

The forest no longer hums,

and the leaves have forgotten how to sing.

Time clicks by at its usual pace,

but the day itself seems to drag,

for no other reason that the fact that it can.

These were the grey dawns,

times that exist now only in my distant nightmares.

May they stay locked away, never to resurface,

so they may never bring back those cold days of regret.