The Gray

Looking out this window.

All I can see is Gray.
Everything devoid of color
like all the thoughts in my mind.

Like I am anchored to a metal buoy
floating aimlessly across the sea

No land in sight.
I am out there
Alone...
In this place...
nothing makes sense
as if it ever did.
as if it ever will.

If I squint...
I can see the traces of
long gone rainbows...
but I am much too tired
to keep searching the sky
For rainbows that don't
exist....anymore