465 - Shifting Greys - a poem

After several attempts which all stemmed into a current preoccupation of my depression, I kept the topic but managed to find a ray of light to end this poem for day 3's "Colors of Emotion" in Emma Mcgann's challenge. 

Shifting greys :

Stranded in a lonely pocket of dirt,

Everything around faints to mere shadows

             Nature itself lost its mirth

Rich leafy green liquefy into ghastly yellows

Clouds fading the azure to gloomy grey

A veil over the sun, all light dims and die'

A blanket of clouds over the sky ;

Rain rushes down, leaves are now mush of residual, indistinct hue

Soil's brown disappears in growing obscurity

        Dusk has overtaken the horizon, through and through

A sinkhole breaks beneath our feet

                  The disaster is complete

                        and we simply vanish into the abyss

We wake up and blink, environment to miss,

                               for in utter darkness enclosed.

We find ourselves in a cave, our senses impaired

Melancholy overwhelms and spawns sorrow and despair,

                    This is the realm of misery's cruelty

But, behold ! There are twinkling lights

floating in the air

A rush of wind kisses the skin

We follow the white specks and the breeze

               We begin crawling on our knees.

Perceiving an opening in the rocks,

We exit to a blazing daylight

A stormy night has relinquished its anguish

For a bright new dawn

Changes after translating this poem into French 

                        and we vanish into the abyss =

                        and we simply vanish into the abyss

Rain rushes down, leaves are now mush of indistinct hue =

 

Rain rushes down, leaves are now mush of residual, indistinct hue