blue hour 3

Cold gray winter days

seeping deep inside my soul.

And where are you?


Do you see my heart

immersed in pain is hurting?

Struggling to keep beating.


I call upon your name

but no help is coming, why?

Just silence drab sky.


My spirit flickering

treads this sad gray path.

Cruel people, cruel deeds.


Little Lucia sacrificed,

Family court’s God of

correctness now appeased.


Will my eyes ever again

perceive rainbow colours from afar?

Drowning in Grayness.

blue hour 2