The weight of the sky

[wirewraith]

falling from somber slate to shades of dove light gray
it presses upon me
and i am pushed flat

if i could cry it all out i would
but such a deluge
will not purge
that which pains me

so what is the point of red swollen eyes, runny nose, and tear stained cheeks if only to continue to feel this way?

i could sleep a century
if you could wrap it up into a day