Grey

All my life, oh not so long

I’m just thirteen,

I swayed around, in a dim dim light

Not so bright, and not so dark

All the times the grey is what I’ve seen.

I lived in my room of closed door,

flickering bulb and the window so thin

I always waited for a wind to come so fast

So it could blow up the door

And let the light in.

Little did I know how much

A wind can be mean

The door is gone, but so is the roof

And along with the light, there exists darkness too

To crawl upon my skin.