I looked out my window

I looked out my window to a grey sky,

and the expanse seemed as if it might cry.

All the world foggy and wet,

as if unending sadness forever had set.

The world covered in dampened depression,

the pain of learning the loneliest lesson.

The trial to find strength in sorrow,

is a fight to have hope for tomorrow.

But as I went to lay my head back on my pillow,

I realized all I needed to do was wash my window.