Not just the solid-packed sky
looming overhead with stormy potential.
Not just the bitter cold
threatening and biting
into solid bone.
Not just the thick air
filled with particles of undecided consistency
some wet and clinging, desperate to hold on
some sharp and icy, biting brutally
some filmy mists, touching with ghost-like fingers.
The gray fills my head
a scratchy feeling of unclean wool
tinged with frustration and regret.
My heart beats gray
the color of loneliness
My stomach fills itself with gray cravings
for unhealthy sweets
and food full of grease.
My mouth tastes gray
food crumbling into dust with every bite.
My tears fall gray
although I do not let them show.
The world has become completely gray.