Sun Outside, Grey Inside

I seem to be trapped in a deep hole today.  A smile seems to be a herculean task.  Positive thoughts are not even a possibility.  I call out to spirits who dwell inside me.  They are there with a glass of bubbly, but they seem to not be able to address me properly.  I am in a space where there are those of a caste society going at me.  It was just so tragic that they had to leave (sarcasm).  I do work to connect others so times are doable for all involved.  I reach for a dry stick or two to start a fire with the one match that I have.  People laugh overseas, and I just sit and wade through it.  There will be an answer to their cruel and baseless revelry.  For now, I contend with the reality of just being me, as others watch to see me fall.  I see the eyes of an officer, and I know that our meeting was no mistake.  There are things he can do, and now he has a purpose and a person to fight for.  I miss the horses in the streets, but they shall be there soon enough.  Officer, know that you are handsome, and it is time to use that to your advantage, and play with the egos and emotions of those who would brutally torture you if they had a chance.  Peace out.