Poetry

Grey

If you’re grey on the outside,

are you grey on the inside, too?

 

Forever a colour

that is not a colour?

Neither bright, nor dull

but a fluffy, half-formed

substance in-between?

 

A blur of identity,

an endless game of cat

and mouse,

see-sawing up and down,

with the fear of staying

who you are

at one end,

and the fear of

becoming someone new

at the other.

 

If you’re grey on the inside,

are you grey on the outside, too?

 

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2 thoughts on “Grey”

  1. I like this. Very deep and thought provoking. It’s also probably very appropriate to someone we both know. But that’s not the only reason I like it. Awesome!! xx

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