Colors turn gray

Colors turn gray

surrounding me

as I cry

indefinitely

desperately

I try to hold on

and

failure

is the hidden secret

which hangs

upon my day

and

my night.

I have sewn cocoons of silk

and

destroyed the gardens

with much regret.

There was a time

I felt so high

as I kissed the sunlit sky

but now that painting has faded.
and

the colors are gray

and

its dark

and gloomy

no more laughter.

no more cheers,
I grow despite the goodbyes

that have placed yesterday as

a memory.

I grow.