Fifty Shades of Gray

Fifty Shades of Gray Fifty shades of gray. Today was not my best day. Lay broken from dusk to dawn. All cares, wishes, hopes and dreams are sprawled across the lawn. These skies are fifty shades of gray. Friends and families have gone away. What else is left to say, when this day has gone astray. Who knows the wonder that you ponder. That wonder you hold, test the depths of what you console. Pushing on the brink of insanity. Desolate discovery of ones invisible self. Never to be seen or understood when such pain still lingers inside. Voices collide, denied lies of your demise. Now seek out your own confessions, when no one is left to listen to you confide. Hide within ones mind, what the truth holds. Exposed once again to those, whom wish to do you harm. For my skies are fifty shades of gray and this day is not my best. For my thoughts are put to rest and my stress has taking aim. Only to leave the same way it came, with fifty shades of gray. Just hoping for a brighter day.