A World Of Nothing Greys

A World Of Nothing Greys

A world of nothing greys.
A sea of sinking iron sand,
Mulls and stirs on boundless land.
Heavy pastel clouds oppress,
The barren air: hot, humid, rainless.
A world of nothing greys.

A world of slipping shadows.
People pass faceless by,
You try to cry out but your lungs are dry.
Souls so near and yet so far,
Leaving you helplessly where you are.
A world of slipping shadows.

A world of hopeless hope.
Every lush oasis pool,
Turns to ash; labels you a fool.
Each precious drop of liquid dew,
Thickens to mercury of deathly hue.
A world of hopeless hope.

A world of nothing greys
Where all ground is sinking sand;
And heartless winds wear away your stand.
Still search you must, for as you go on,
So colour may yet flood upon,
Your world of nothing greys.