I feel grey,
A depressive state.
Moody and sad and just...
Dull.
It's so stormy.
Too loud, getting darker.
Even with the lights
It's scary.
I'm in the grey area.
It's not black; it's not white.
And I'm stuck.
And it's so cold here.
It can be soft
Like a feather.
And I love it-
Until it's not.
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PoetryEver just have a moment in life when you just want to write some things down? It may not necessarily relate to you but it holds such a strong emotion or feeling or passion that the words just keep flowing until it's finished. A piece of art, of crea...
