A gloomy day

It is Wednesday

Don’t feel like doing anything

Surrounded by a mist of haze

There are so many things to brace

Just wished my friend Happy Birthday

Reminded him to eat red eggs and cake

May his birthday wish come true

Recalled my last one

It wasn’t the worst

Or rather the second to worst

I just felt helpless

Left alone to deal with this alone

I wonder why I have a bunch of friends

Who seek my help when they need help

Who refuse to help when I need help

Such a sycophant

They are a brew of jealousy, selfishness and fakeness

Brilliant, well-to-do but pampered

I object to being pushed around

Jostling among them

My destiny is in my hands

Friends do not make it happen

It is Me, Myself and I

Fortunately I have some who have been really helpful

In times of depression

In times of urgency

In times of a simple consolation

All the time

That’s what friends are for

However I am not a good friend either

Listening to songs that render a mind of peace

Let the pain alone take its morphine

When the pain is vanished

So as the sadness resulted from the pain

Don’t feel like doing anything

Need to complete the pieces of me

Before I take on another challenge

It is a gloomy day indeed

Where the once deep blue skies are crying

Tears roll down their cheeks

For clouds have painted them grey

The sun decide to recede into oblivion

Unsure of what to do

Perhaps, all it takes is just a rainbow after a downpour

I know the rain can wash away the pain

Bring back the liveliness and invigoration

We used to have

When everything is just as simple and plain…