I went back to work last week after my 6 weeks sick leave. It’s the same company and kind of work as before but it’s at a new location, an industrial area on the edge of town. A really boring place that looks like it was designed to reflect the mindset of someone with severe depression.
It could put me in a shitty mood but mostly it’s just compels me to continue on working towards a better life for myself. One day I’ll get out of this drudgery. Just fucking watch me.
At least this boring fucking place inspired a poem I wrote the other day (based on real events):
Drowned in the grey
Winter snow has turned to spring rain
The black of the sky has faded to grey
My soul is an animal trapped in a concrete cage
All around me are walls of stone and sand
Metal bars holding it all upp, holding our hope out
Beneath here is a river
Its water as grey as the sky above and the gravel beneath
My friend once found a body on its shore
A woman tired of the drudge had thrown herself away
And drowned in the grey