Poem: Grey

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The day where you had to leave,
We gathered all the strength we had and
Showed no sadness
As we bid you,
Our last farewell.

A sombre morning...
The Skies were blue and the Sun
was bright
But all I could remember were,
The color Grey and my chest was tight.

While forming our strength,
We fooled around and laughed
But all I could remember were,
The color Grey and facing reality
Can be hella tough.

A sombre morning...
We went on with our business.
Our usual routine on what seemed like a usual day.
But all I could remember were,
The color Grey and no one
was okay.

Then, came a sombre night...
And all I heard was,
Silence.
.....
...
.
No joy nor laughter,
Only silent sobs and sadness,
But really it all made sense,
Because all I could remember were,
The color Grey and everything was,
a pretense.


Note: For those who are forsaken. 

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