Gray

I dream in shades gray as life passes me by, I’ve lost the color and wonder, deeply I sigh. Alone and in solitude, for eleven years this road I tread, memories fade and I age, til their gone this I dread. Institutional walls of gray and it’s system dance a jig on my soul, so close to institutionalized, losing myself deeper in this fold. Violence and stringency, a crazy combination; on the surface control, below all’s illusion. A cry in the night from a dream of my past, nine more to go until color at last. But for now my seas are gray, the rain clouds too. My pen my only avenue, for my soul I wish to soothe. Gray clouds and rain, a constant familiar. I brood on my thoughts; anger simmers. Simmering to the surface like a toxic sludge. My anger spills over, on all that is lost. Lost in my mania, skipping along the edge. Gray and depressed, myself I dread.