image of unlight

eyes don't quite focus on the distant grey
it takes me time to hear the telephone
there is no echo going through the bone
and no one out there with one thing to say
the promise and the hope of rain this day
for many sins of summer can't atone
i sit here grimly feeling quite alone
unable for the now to work or play
words form themselves but swiftly disappear
i see no swallows swoop above the leaves
nor anyone who at this time stands tall
there's no constraint nor sad occasion drear
but a sharp feeling that the world still grieves
and that we're standing at the final wall