Gloom

The day drags on
so painstakingly,
not allowing me
to enjoy it momentarily.
The gloom found above
high in the clouds
overflows this scene and floods
as depression abounds.
Rain sprinkles throughout
with drips here and drops there,
just enough to frizz
both spirits and hair.
Days with outside plans,
days free of work,
are now days wasted,
days to disappear to dirt.
This day currently
being lived in present tense
will ne'er escape quickly
enough to preserve sense.
Instead we will be
driven to insanity
with lips soon to turn
to unwarranted profanity
and a mind soon to crumble
under the incidental pressure
beyond all anticipation,
beyond all belief and measure.