Tinted By Dark Gray Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

What if all I see now
is tinted by dark gray?

Should I just keep quiet
until something lights the day?

The path is not always easy
and certainly not clear

I am in a locomotive
I have no clue how to steer

People say it will work out -
How do they know it's true?

Their words spoken in yellow sun
while I am feeling blue

I have read of ups and downs
inherent in depression

How long can I hold out for a
potential pain cessation?

I lose more confidence in myself
as each day marches by

And what is up above me but the
Godforsaken dark gray sky?