Greys

Short lil' poem

GREYS

It comes and goes
But mostly stays.
The days of hell
Are filled with greys.
The clocks are wrong
From every thought.
Numb from what
Was never sought.
The greys overtake
Everything thats near.
Suffocating the mind
And everything dear.
I have learned
To let the greys go.
They are better
Than what I know.