Grayness fills the air outside as the wind blows in every direction
Searching for a place to stop
The lights are constantly changing
Cars continue to move with the flow of traffic
I'm sitting here staring at the gloominess that stares back at me
I begin to wonder to myself
I wonder about the things I'm meant to become
And if the work I'm putting in will pay off
As the traffic flows my thoughts flow with it
I'm wondering off to undesirable thoughts
Are the people around me truly happy or is it all for show?
What is the point of chasing our dreams if we never reach them?
The darkness outside weighs on my shoulders as pressures begin to build inside of me
Will this feeling continue as I sit here in silence?
Waiting for the inevitable to unfold in front of me
Can I avoid the things that hinder my happiness?
I sit here in silence, alone with my thoughts, looking at you to save me from demise
How do I survive the hands that drag me down the hole of failure?
Those hands don't nurture the kindest parts of me
Those hands continue to claw at the flaws that destroy me internally
But I will survive
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Gray
PoetrySome days you find yourself alone with your thoughts and you begin to question so many things in your life and everything around you in the world. When you finally face these thoughts you are given an ultimatum, you deal with it or you let them set...