grey

clouds cover the sky

almost as though

they can show

all the grey in my mind

how can you only see

the black

and

the white

you see the grey as white

the grey as black

you cannot view it

as it truly is

you cannot view me

as i truly am

i’m simply grey

in between good and bad

i reside on the neutral turf

of a warzone

unobtainable weapons haunt me

taunt me

with their menacing voices

asking me to leave myself

in the clouds

and

choose a side

that i cannot grasp

begging me to either choose

life

or

death

and i cannot

i beg and plead

for myself to pick

something

but i pick nothing

and the warzone

grows louder

and begins to crowd

my mind

and my own voice

becomes an echo

of forgotten words

i forget my own tale

my own story

i forget what has turned

me to

stand a neutral ground

i forget my reasoning

my tactics

my hopes

i forget my own voice

and words become the

broken fragment

of a shattered memory

i was once fond of

and the grey

calls me like a siren

echoing lost words

that i cannot recall

the meaning of

and i cannot respond

cannot say a word

and you cannot hear

the grey’s whisper

you hear screams

from the black

screams

from the white

but the soft tone

of grey

cannot be heard

you’ve forgotten

the gentle voice

as i have

forgotten my own