Grey, nothing, monotonous
A clear yet blurry picture
Describing the moments, when
Nothing is of importance,
Yet it all matters.
When everything is important,
But nothing, not one solitary thing,
Matters.
When there are colors
Bright, vibrant colors
But they're all grey.
Sometimes, I lie awake, the clock echoing in my ears
Breaking the ringing in a continuous cycle
Bringing a mere second of sanity
Before my thoughts, like lions, return,
To tear me apart.
A monotonous circle
Never ending grey.
My sanity drips away with my tears, my mask of normalcy falls
Vanishing with the colorful sun
Abandoning me in a never ending world of grey
I do not smile, nor do I cry
Because I am grey,
Once colorful, but my colors were washed away.
Nothing, surrounded by nothing.
The abyss surrounding me is nothing compared to the vast abyss found within.
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My poetry
PoetryThis is a book with various poems, with various degrees of awful-ness. I'd love to hear what you guys think, please tell me how I could improve!
