Grey
A Poem
Jan 10 · 1 min read
I can throw my arms up
Reach for the grey
Some days I can touch it
So low does the sky descend
I can kneel in gratitude
For my good fortune
Which despite its truth
Is tainted with the grey
I can scream into the night
Yet the grey encroaches
On the welcome dark
Like a photographic vignette
I can walk through the grey
Trudging with head down
Doing as I am bid
Inner and outer duties at war
I can try to hold fast
Or I can cease to fear
Welcoming the shades
And fall into to the grey
