I painted my room yellow to combat the grey.
To wash it away,
To stare at it blindly,
Without being blighted.
It stares back at me.
Unexpectedly-
To be honest.
Instead of warmth,
The feeling matched the weather up north.
I feel its isolation,
And worse, it's from my own creation.
To paint the walls bright,
Doesn’t affect the windows.
Doesn’t bring it more light,
Doesn’t mask the grey areas,
The ones that encompass our lives.
I painted my walls yellow to forget it all.
Now all I can do-
Is sit and stare and remember.
Lesson learned.
Opt for grey
In times of disarray.
To wash it away,
To stare at it blindly,
Without being blighted.
It stares back at me.
Unexpectedly-
To be honest.
Instead of warmth,
The feeling matched the weather up north.
I feel its isolation,
And worse, it's from my own creation.
To paint the walls bright,
Doesn’t affect the windows.
Doesn’t bring it more light,
Doesn’t mask the grey areas,
The ones that encompass our lives.
I painted my walls yellow to forget it all.
Now all I can do-
Is sit and stare and remember.
Lesson learned.
Opt for grey
In times of disarray.
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