The Color Gray

So, I thought for today, I'd share a poem I wrote almost three years ago.
It was a day much like today, so I feel it is a relevant poem.

Gray -
A soft, squishy, plush word.
Rainclouds and haze.
Old, cold, and bent.
Never bright, but never dark.
Bleak aloneness, the sound
of nothing whispering in
...echoes.