Grey
You cannot choose
stuck in between
black and white
a winter day
a long piece
of charcoal
old movies
dusty shirts
pencil lead
staples in
a stapler
elephants
grandma's hair
the feathers
on an owl
dead flowers
the cover
of a book
pianist's
flying nails
my pillow
the color
of my piece
of duck tape
that seems to
be holding
the shards of
my life all
together
This poem is about:
Me