could that be the cause of it

gray matter
seeps the sky
darkens my heart
the heaviness filters
black and white light
i debate
little things
an uncapitalized letter left
a garment worn
or not
material
superstition
that could
save or break
a way i can
seemingly
manuever
change
the gray lining
is all around
its seeping
where i can't see now
where i can't reach
daily vigils
chasing haunts
uncertainty looms
guilt pulls from below