Fog and disposition

It's
That fog
Of discontent
Hovering
And
Covering
             Light

It's
The mildew
Of the
Critic
That dampens
        Everything


That soul-saving
gospel choir
beckons a
call and
Response,

I just might
fall
Into your
Melodious
Song...

Sometimes
It's only
Made
Me sadder

I've leaned
Into yellow
Despite
The
Gray