Gray

Gray.
Everything is gray.
Gray sky,
Gray house,
Gray street.
Nothing moves.
Not even the breeze.
There is no sign of life in this colorless world.
But,
I see a color...
Red.
A single rose lies on the ground at my feet.
A single rose from someone long gone,
Just to let me know that color still exists.
Just to let me know that this gray, lifeless world can return to its beauty.
I just have to remember,
I have to want to remember how to find the colors again,
I have to want to remember how to take away the gray,
But I don't want to remember...
I would rather live in this colorless world alone,
Than remember the pain, the suffering of the colorful world.
At least in the gray world, I can't feel the loss.
In this gray world I can't feel anything.
I can't feel the presence of that someone long gone.
I can't feel the love they felt for me.
I can't feel the color they sent me in this gray, gray world.
I don't feel the need to bring the colors back,
So I continue to stand here in this colorless, lifeless world.

Author's Note

sorry i know it's a bit dark...but it just came to me, so i wrote it down...tell me what you think of it :)

Reviews

[TheElfPrincess]

A lovely poem which I can totally relay to. Very well written, it might be dark but that is what makes it beautiful :)

[Fabric Pulse]

I know just how this feels! It's depression taking the light from your eyes, but you just have to keep fighting back somehow, use this writing of yours as a tool that's completely on your side.

[Jasmine]

this reminded me of the film Pleasantville, where, slowly, bit by bit, colour is introduced into a black and white world; starting with a red rose. I like the idea woven through this, however, I think it could have been achieved more subtly. good work. has potential. :)

[Collette Paige]

I love the discriptive words you used, and how you made it sound so plausible that our life is so colorless and bland ^_^
Symbolism can be found by the dozens in this work.

[Sarusai Hiryu]

Nice work.
I wouldn't really call it 'dark' - it isn't pervy or morbid. Quite the contrary

[Misty Blue Eyes]

i love dark and bleak poems, theres always something hidden behind the grey and black of this world.

[Calypso]

Very dark and bleak.