Longing To Leave This Grey City: (London, March 1995) Poem by DM W

No more grey days in the city.
I want to return to the light
Of blue seaside or green country.
I shall leave crude kingdoms of night
In all their sickly, neon glow.
I'm so bored of the banal and
The artificial. O it shows
In the quirky way I fold my hands
To pray. O Lord please lift me from
These illusions, so I may know
Only you! For I don't belong
Here, lost among the hollow ones.
People here; they rush everywhere
In swarms; seemingly without a care.
I'm still not sure if it's the darkness
That's inside me, or the darkness
All around me, that's causing me pain.
Perhaps it is the constant rain.