Reflecting only hues of gray
These walls bring thoughts of cloudy days
A raging storm of hail and wind
Within my soul, they bare my sin
My dreams have simply slipped away
Hopes of freedom encased in gray
Bars of steel I cannot breach
Stagnant air, beyond my reach
Buried alive in this grave of stones
Gray ashes replace my weary bones
Years removed from the life I lead
These walls now match my graying head
I curse my eyes and welcome night
At dawn of day, gray greets the light
My life will end one sunny day
Then from gray walls I’ll drift away






This is such a pensive, melancholic piece - a wonderful response to the prompt, for sure. I would imagine those stark gray walls would weigh heavily on a soul. Good luck in the contest, my Friend. 


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