Grey clouds

I had shut my eyes tight. It's quite dark and rather scary. Feels like I'm pressed down by mental exhaustion that haunted my mind. Here heavy breathing I'm, have filled my chest full of contaminated air where I admire my loneliness in softly melting symphony of darkness. I inhale hope and exhale desperation through a thin cotton curtain. I'm one of the few who's already about to forget what the fresh air smells like. I'm slowly getting on my toes, stretching my hands up trying to fingertip the clouds flying over me. They're passing fast towards the unknown lands full of wonders. I implore them to take me with, but they keep silent still ignoring me. With every stroke of a clock hand, my high days go by, heading to unreachable past.

Wish we could dissipate grey clouds and get our hands to the lost patches of the blue sky, to lead long-desired sunbeams through them into our bitter reality!