The Dark Street.

The hard grey rock,
paving the road.
Completely colourless,
how badly does that bode.1

The people who walk past it,
the grey spectral shapes.
They make no difference,
just along it they traipse.2

I wander through it empty,
my life completely untouched.
Always a never-changing grey,
just remembering the things I clutched .3

I'm utterly hopeless,
to sad even for tears.
I yearn for just some colour,
to drive out all my fears.4

And yet I still walk alone,
my burden heavy, unshared.
No-one to help me,
No-one who still cared.5

Used to wish for a window,
to see birds, tree, sky.
But your better without one,
stops you aiming too high.6

I'm all by myself on this journey,
may as well accept my fate.
To run along the grey street,
for my hope it's too late.7

Into my dark, despairing mind,
no radiant light ever strays.
It just stays my prison.
'til the end of my days.8

Until finally a faded ghost,
decided to turn around to talk.
To realise I'm not what I'm pretending,
that along depression I walk.9

To help me with my life,
to share my heavy burden.
To bring some colour back,
so I didn't have to run.10

With just some kind words,
my life became less cold.
It even started to bloom,
for the sun to grow bright gold.11

I danced down the colourful, golden street of my life.