Skies Of Grey Poem by King Midas

Murky- the weather is angry
Misty, cold, bitter; gray
The God’s they are unhappy
I was created to their dismay

Thrusting, the wind isn’t calm
Like that of an old summer day
Depression; happiness is gone
Gray skies came and took it away

Lightning and thunder start to reveal
That they’ve come out to play
Spiting and hatred, and plunder repeal!
Everything that was at once okay

Sadness perpetuates everyone’s core
No longer can anyone say
Pleasure is worth seeking out-
Everyone’s skies are gray