‘Grey’


Surface of the earth trembles as I walk,
rocks fall down from sharp stone peaks
and the grey of sky in one unites,
with cold hearted concrete walls.
Lonely droplets daring to escape
fall on even colder stones,
on the bottom of the cave that is my soul.
I never wish to see the sun,
for my eyes would hurt not used to light.
I do not hope nor do I strive
to get out of my den,
with dragons and stones I live,
together we stay still
and despise those daring droplets
for attempting to escape.
My single desire is to exist,
nothing more.
As grey is the gentlest colour
it doesn't accuse or forgive,
it does not stain red or blue.
Beauty of damned stillness
encapsulated in one shade,
my eternal peace.

And yet exist those droplets,
and somehow surface of the earth trembles as I walk.

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