Everywhere he looked
The walls were painted
A thousand shades of sorrow
It didn't matter where or when
Nor really even why
Only that the walls knew
They knew his wish to die
Perhaps he found comfort
In their stolid stance
In memories they'd shared
Forgotten in a glance
Perhaps in the thousand shades of sorrow
He found his own
Between the back and white
There is certiantly gray
That simple color
That dulls your rosy tinted view
Alters your world- sets it askew
July 27, 1998