Colorless

Unending sadness.
Color has left my world and
My soul is tired.

Have you ever thought about how many poets and artist have suffered with depression? It really is amazing when you think of the great words that have been written because of the unending darkness. I am back in a dark place. Not the darkest night I seen before, but a colorless world. At least this time I know the color will return in time. I just hope it is soon!