Book Of Counted Sorrows

Grey

I died today.

Grey.

Grey was the color of my Death.

The slow,

   All encompassing death of a Sun that will not shine.

Not today.

Not anymore.

Memory-

That ashen traitor

That stabs your back the very minute you turn it.

even for a second...

And a second is all it takes really;

For you to forget...

For you to lose the Happy yet retain the Sad.

Displace any moment 

That ever made you glad

And sunder the Heart

You ache to learn... you had.

And have I mentioned 

I was Dead yesterday?

That state I subsume everyday?

And the Death's are grey.

The sere of a Sun, that chooses not to shine...

The slate of the Memories, that are no longer mine...

The  shade of a snowless wintertime...

I lost them,

    you know?

       Quite some time ago.

The Memories that would show

The things worth living for.

And I cannot remember, anymore-

The way the Sun was used to shine.

Now-

It is only used to taunt.

Used to haunt

My very Soul.

My now Grey Soul.

The dust of a Corpse, buried and done...

The silver of a Song, long left unsung...

The Stone of the Rain constantly flung

From skies.  Wrung...

The Grey...

    has won.

and I didn't mention,

    did I?

that today,

    I die?

The same Death, as yesterday--

In a Sea of Grey.

It will drown me tomorrow,

Because I'm lost in my Sorrow.

I chose to forget 

What once made me Glad;

So now-

The only color 

left

To be had,

Is that 

Of the sad.

The of Grey.

The grey enclave

   that's become,

        my Grave.