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The Grey One

"Because it may be those, Who hold the sharpest minds."

By Jessie WaddellPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Photo by Jack Hawley from Pexels

In this rainbow room,

I feel so very grey,

So out of place and lonely,

I'm not sure why I stay.

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My mouth is very quiet,

but my thoughts so very loud,

If only you'd look closer,

you might even be proud.

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Outside might appear grey,

but the beauty that's within,

A symphony of colour,

I wish you'd let me in.

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Be patient, stop and listen,

A surprise you might just find,

Underneath this shy exterior,

Lies wisdom undefined.

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The quietest in the room,

Is often the most cunning,

If all my thoughts came spewing out,

You'd find that you'd be running.

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I remember every word,

Memorised every lie,

While you were being far too loud,

To notice me pass by.

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The loudest on the outside,

the ones with brightest hue,

The darkness lies deep beneath,

They have their secrets too.

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So, don't mistake the grey ones,

The quiet or the shy,

Because it may be those,

Who hold the sharpest minds.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Jessie Waddell

I have too many thoughts. I write to clear some headspace. | Instagram: @thelittlepoet_jw |

"To die, would be an awfully big adventure"—Peter Pan | Vale Tom Brad

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    Written by Jessie Waddell