On My Own

These days, the weather has become insipid.
Grey and dreary, just when exactly, is it gonna end.

Co-habit with my shadow I will go,
for the noise is getting louder,
and the sanctuary (or what I thought it was), a tad cold.

Hi Wenders, u just rang.
Tired, Traumatised, Worried, and Sad?
If only, voices always speak for themselves, or an innocent joke becomes much more.
I could almost laugh.