I’m looking at life
Through a glass, tinted
So clouds look dark
And oceans seem murky
And flowers fall wilted
And stars glow dull
And the world is bleak.
I exist
In the Grey Space
Ostracized,
Estranged,
Unseen.
Here, the quiet is loud,
The dark is blinding,
And scars don’t quite heal.
Instead, they flow,
Like river streams
Like stanzas
Like nightmares
On lonely twilights.
They never bleed out.
Never give you that grace,
That privilege,
That release.
They **** you to an eternity
Of grey.
(Please, release me
To the other side
Of the glass —
To that fullness, that emptiness —
Release me
From this suffocating
Grey Space.)