• I look around myself
    Watching the world,
    Letting no colours taint my vision.
    I see the sorrow of a thousand years
    All written in black
    Like notes scripted on every person I pass.

    Is this life?
    This world . . . .
    I fight to hold on to it.
    It thrashes like the waves of a stormy sea,
    It flees from my understanding.
    I know I cannot catch it.

    Yet still I try.
    Do we all attempt things
    We know cannot be?
    I don't see the colour
    That I know should be there.
    I only see shades of black
    And Dull slate grey.

    These are the shades that I live with.
    These are the shades of my life.
    These solitary colours which
    Taint us more than the strongest poison.
    And yet we still endure.
    We still live.

    A Monochrome World . . . . . .
    A Monochrome Life . . . . . .

    Why do we pull on

    Through the grey?