All I have Is Gray

Sometime in October

I’m feeling gray today.
Not colorful like yesterday.
Every breath turns to smoke
As the cold, unforgiving air captures it,
Swallowing up the warmth.
My face has lost all feeling,
Except my ears. They sting.

My hands are instant ice
As they grasp the steering wheel.
It’s times like these I wish
I had no capacity to feel.
But I have no choice.
I must feel fire and ice
And everything in between.

The sky is gray,
The heavens closed off,
The green grass has run away
A blanket of white in its place.
The world is so silent
I can hear my thoughts race.

I try to think of happiness,
But soon enough I realize
That happy thoughts need color
And all I have is gray.
Those dreary dark clouds
Carried my sunshine away
And all I have is gray.