Grey

Grey sky
not so high
crushing my soul
it is full
dark thoughts, cynicism
seeing all these whataboutisms.

Grey scale
looking like the silver screen
can’t inhale
makes me wanna scream
no voice, representation
guess they’re all on vacation.

Grey paper
thrown to the stoop
next to the phone book
a tattering of what was
accountability
reduced to tabloid scoops,
fake news.

Grey matter
on the wall
in its place after all
silence, finally silence
no more dealing with all the violence
the vitriol, all that was left
control, I finally have control.