Grey, moody day
the weather does influence the way we see life and the moment, we are in.
Behind the window, it is grey.
Another one of those days.
No colours, little words, muted sounds.
Is there a point to all this?
Is there a life after this?
Grey reaches straight to my heart.
Sadness would be too strong a word.
Despair is another shade,
The every day grind might cover it.
End of the month, so fast, so fast.
Grey reaches my credit card.
There too, so little words.
To tell that, it is like every day.
Grey in the clouds like in the heart.
Colours should come later today.
Let’s understand, the peace and rest
Grey brings to our day
About the Creator
Jeannine Kauffmann
Poetry writer in the early morning. Poetry as a wake up call. Then later I draw lines and colours. I have a page on Instagram my art other than words although it contains words too. Titles are important to finish a piece like a full stop.
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