The colors of the rainbow
that you and I do see
Do not have the color grey
How is this to be ?
Mornings cast a grey thick mist
upon the cloudy mind
When the buzzing alarm clock
that your ears do find .
Grey is what the thoughts are
When we can't quit think straight
It is not a clear blue signal
That keep you wide awake ,
Grey is what the heart does feel
When that presence drifts away
May be human maybe not
It matters zero anyway ,
Grey is what our skin turns
when age comes marching in
clammy to the human touch
rotting from within .
Grey is what the eyeballs turn
the colour turns to dust
I'm not sure about genital's
I have herd that they do rust
grey is what the forecast is
when bad weathers on the way
even if you love the rain
It the best time
I've found to prey
Grey is not a colour
but a mixture of a base
More like pure magic
as it looks like it might taste
grey is always coming
not like the colour red
grey is grey like you are you
and that's the story read .
About the Creator
Michael Boulatsakos
I am a earth alien that writes ,draws and struggles with all the same issues every other earth alien does .I write about my life and how my mental issues effect the way I see it .I have Bipolar2
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