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GREY
by Jacob Chance
I am sickly at the eye.
Every shade the same.
And if you ask me now
I would not know my name.
It is hard for me to see
What I don’t understand.
The world so tasteful
And yet so bland.
Why can you drive me mad with nothing but grey?
I would wish for black and white but please no more grey.
I want to move all a round, but I’m forced to lie.
But at least I’ll see the darkness when I die...
Where there used to be color all I see is grey.
No darkness or the light just the hue of grey.
I see the sunlight where all the children play.
And if asked to join I would have to say…
I am sickly at the ear.
Every tune the same.
I am deaf to satisfaction
And I can’t hear my name.
Some put on a blue mask.
To start off everyday
I wish I could relate,
But my mask is grey.
Where there used to be song and whispers all I hear is grey.
No loud or soft every note is grey.
I used to worry for us, but now I’m okay.
And if you asked how I felt I would have to say…
I am sickly at the heart.
Every beat the same.
I don’t feel anymore
And can’t give you my name.
Pain is so much better
Than the chronic pulse of grey
One day I’ll send god a letter
And here is what it’d say:
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Untitled
Avery Snow
11th Grade
Acrylic on canvas
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