I'm stuck here,
in this place,
in this in-between,
in this Gray.

There is no light,
there is no dark,
I'm not anywhere,
but I'm also not nowhere.

I stare into a shaded sky,
it's end unforeseeable,
it's depth unimaginable,
but it's presence growing stronger.

It's quiet here,
but it's not silent,
like someone with words to say,
but not the voice to speak.

I'm neither cold here,
nor am I ever warm,
the Gray envelops them,
both the night and the morn.

I'm stuck here,
in this place,
I'm starting to fade away,
consumed by this world of endless Gray.