That grey dark boring thickness
condemning and caving in heavily,
That ugliness and emptiness that long lingers,
Unfading unease so dense,
Many loathe,but can't help.
Finding myself colors paled
Lighting dimmed
Future doomed
Strive strive to survive and thrive
Yearn for a better day
I tell you you will midway
Get to it
The wind,even the slightest
'll lift you
In that instant that you see not the seen but the splendid unseen