The Gentleman In The Dark: Poetry Collection

The Beauty of Grey

When I wake up every day

I look out the window and only see the color grey

My joy, the light in my eyes

Now dull and grey as she dies

Despite the detachment from each other

We remained as son and mother

The same problem in which we share

Grew to be too much for her and thus she obtained a blank stare

In the weeks to follow water flowed free from my eyes

Only to run dry as their color dies

Stoic and grey I was for many months until a special day

That's when I saw the color past the grey

No matter how dull life may seem, look to tomorrow

Try to look for the beauty in the sorrow