Feeling Blue

BY JULIE CHEN


Sometimes when I fall

   Into a rut

     I’m told to count my blessings,

But

Although I peer through a rosy glass. I

   Tend to see only

the greener grass

        Tainted with raindrops of

Greyish clay

And too bad, ‘cause

The sun seems so far away

The rays

                                                                        cranked

                                            outwards

Useless too, for

Fading my deep blue blotches of

gloom

And the stars

stuck

                                                                        in

                                                                        the

                                                                        middle

Of day and night

Cannot glitter at their best,

but rather glow

            with a

                        muffled, dull

                                    restlessness.

And all this time

I just sit in my bed

Sifting through the cracked data

Stashed in my head

And with no

other method

To

               Dilute

my

                                                          pain

I resort

To

Summon some

Tears again.