Grey

Why does the world........

Grey


Why does the world
continue on its way
while I hide here
and contemplate the grey?

Can’t it see me
as I sit here alone?
An empty shell,
that covers skin and bone.

A mind that’s blank,
a duplicate, a clone.
A useless mask
from which all life has flown.

What’s there to do
now that my hope is gone?
Which way to turn?
Which way to carry on?

As darkness calls,
I’ll follow where it leads.
Eternal rest,
is what my body needs.

But now the sun
comes to disperse the grey.
Restores my hope,
keeps ugly thoughts at bay.

My mind says ‘fight’.
That’s not an easy chore,
but I’ll toil on
to find myself once more.