My Grey Life

Dear you, 

Something that is not grey

Is black and white, of course. 

Like right and wrong

And bitter and sweet. 

A contradiction of "no other color,"

Could only be pain. 

Our friend and enemy:

A giver of warning,

Producer of strong discomfort. 

Allows misery to feel joy,

Potential to love and to hate. 

Like grey. Pain is not black and white

But a mixture of hurt and happiness. 

Yours Truly,

My Grey Life

This poem is about: 
Our world
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Comments

RaeRaeBrooks

This poem describes the correlation pain has with the color grey. It is written by a "hurting person" that just wants to write to someone that will listen.  

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