Grey Sky


December 13

The grey of the sky,
is consuming every piece of me.

It began lingering in my home,
the grey sky is in my home!

The winds of the grey sky have caused,
me to be cold.
I am cold?
The grey skies have made me cold!

No.
For the grey skies have no part of me being cold.
They have not found their way in my home!

I have turned the skies grey,
for I too, am this shade.

I have brought this saddened shade into my home,
I have caused this grey to consume me whole.

The sky is not unhappy,
for I am.

The sky is mere reflection of all my burdens.

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