Days, unnumbered, seem so grey.
Nights are painted blue.
The canvas of my life displays
Such loneliness without you.

Wasted strokes and countless thoughts
Splash across my heart,
Like a careless artist mixing paint
For an abstract work of art.

No patterns of brilliance or beauty, fair,
No lustrous shades of youth...
But only a color which I have named
"Clashing, Inescapable Truth".