Grey

Drab grey cloth

It blankets everything

Leeching the color from the world

It covers the sky

Pulling the yellow

From the daisies by my house

Skin tone disappears

I watch your eyes turn grey

Thoughtless and blank

But worse

Are the hands that stitch

Such endless grey

They stitch the never ending grey blanket

With never changing grey thread

Turning color into something monotonous

Stitch

After stitch

After stitch

But worse

When I look in the mirror

I too, am grey

Reviews

[Relic]

This - to me - sounds like depression and the results it brings to everyday life. It drains color and reflects in ones self.