All the colours of the Greybow
#2 of Poems
... Sigh
I sit, alone in a crowd,
Watching as the world spins round
In all the colours of the Greybow.
My laughter is as hollow as my tears
As hollow as my unknown fears
And all the colours of the Greybow
Black and white and in between
Looking through a lifeless screen
Living in all the colours of the Greybow
I'm numb to the world around me
Gone are the sights around me
Under all the colours of the Greybow
No leprechaun at the end
Nothing left to comprehend
With all the colours of the Greybow