Grey

I have the soul of a cold, grey morning
The kind when the air stops your breath,
when the morning fog makes you apprehensive, and look beyond,
and when the mist clears your head
It is neither light nor dark,
not evil nor good,
neither happy nor sad
It is nothing and everything all at once
Grey is quiet and calm,
it is mysterious and enveloping
It does not mean to harm
It is bold and free
Grey is beautiful

Comments

Nathan3259

I've read some of your poems and if you haven't already read it.  You should read the book, "All the Bright Places", it is a great book with beautiful writing and imagery. Your poems remind me a lot of the book and of myself and the way I think

Cael Adams

Thank you! And thank you for the book suggestion

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