Grey moody life,

Behind the window, it is grey.

No colours, just grey.

Another one of those days.

No colours, little words.

Is there a point to all this?

Is there a life after this?

Mood, thoughts turn to grey.

It reaches straight to my heart.

Sadness would be too strong a word.

The every day grind would cover it.

End of the month, so fast, so fast.

Empty larder, empty life.

Grey reaches my credit card.

There too, so little words.

To tell that, it is like every day.

Lonely in my day, everybody gone.

Huge bed, large sofa, too big for me.

Grey is reaching my home.

Colours switched off in my brain.

Nearly time to press to light the evening.