Grey

Grey is undecided,
Is undefined,
I hate grey,

It's truth
But could be filtered with lies,
It's beauty
But could be held up by pride,
I hate grey,
 

We are grey,

At least where we stand,

Makes me sick to my stomache,

No definites,

No assurances,

Just drowning,

 

It is suffocating,

I can't seem to speak what I wish,

The doubt and memories

Get caught in my throat,

The fear,

No lines to cross,

Not knowing when your heart begins

And when it ends,

I hate grey,

 

I'm drowning in it,

My heart is drowning in it,

Grey,

Undefined,

Undecided,

I hate it.

Reviews

[Dr Poet]

I've been going through some of your poems and they all have given to me this feeling of a neat and beautiful cleanliness of the soul, which automatically translates into one of the wording. I think it's amazing probably because sometimes I find it hard to make things clear in just a few natural words, so it also happens to be a useful term of comparison to understand my writing.

Natural and very effective is the passage from the first stanza to the second:
"I hate grey,

It's truth
But could be filtered with lies(...)"

The whole poem is a convincing picture of a colour that dominates most of our days, but it is far from being just a dull monochromatic description. Well done once again.

True peace,
Dr Poet

[He@ther!]

This is sad, but at the same time its beautiful and honest. I think alot of us out here can relate, because we all (at least to some extent, wether we admit it or not) fear or dislike the unknown. Your use of imagery is wonderful, you really put me in the narrorator's position. The poem paints a very clear picture in the mind's eye of the reader. Great job!!:) This is very well written:)

-Sincerely,
Heather