Grey

The forces of evil and malcontent were working against me,

And it brought down the most thunderous of clouds upon my spirit. 

It made me want to cry, 

And yet, do nothing of the sort. 

In the end I simply sat at my grey window,

In my grey room, 

Looking up at the grey sky. 

I did not move from my chair, until

My empty stomach demanded it of me. 

Grey potatoes in a grey broth. 

Then back to the grey window, 

Looking at the grey sky.