Grey

by juliet   Feb 4, 2009


Grey crumbles, as silent statues dissolve away,
A deep grey place where life is unseen and unheard--
Limbo it is called, a dark grey world
In-between light dark is forever grey.
Invisible grey fog surrounds the innocents,
Turning their liquid eyes, to an empty grey.
Sadness and depression is the greys game.
Soon the grey will turn dark,
A never ending life from grey to black,
Never seeing light-
Forever deep grey.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Armada the Gestalt

    Grey's my favourite colour, actually. Nobody likes grey.

    Also, you spell it Grey! Brilliant!

    Anyhoo, on with the poem. I like the whole desolate theme, and the imagery, and I know you're trying to get your point across when you say grey a lot (or at least it seems so, which is good) however you went a little overboard with how many times you said it, it gets a little too reptitive and the emphasis is lost a little.

    Nonetheless, I love the imagery, and it's pleasant on the eyes and on the reading.

    Keep it up! - Schem

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