With each coming day

I try to remind myself

Not to look

When the lights begin to fade

But then I

Disobey my own rule

And peek through the shades

As the sun begins

Its trip away

I don't know why I

Torture myself to grays

That darkness creeping up

Just reminds me

Of the cutting blades

From my own Great Depression

Where the black was on-going

And the lights were dim and strayed.