Gray is No Color
The sky today is the color of gray.
No, not the color of gray, just…gray.
“Color” is an honor gray will never know.
Gray is the brother of black, the sister of coal,
Gray is the cold blade of frigid despair.
Gray is no color, at best, it’s a thief,
Stealing the spark from one’s very soul.
With every breath this day, gray makes itself known,
A sinister presence, a constricting embrace.
Gray snuffs out the light, leaving only one thing,
A slice of darkness in its joyless wake.
For gray is no color.
And there is no escape from it, save spring!
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