Grey morning

Grey morning
~
I woke up, looked out the window
and the view had changed
somehow the world had turned grey
tears were running down the glass
I wished silently for a wind to blow
and change the scene I could see
I wished I could reach for the sun
to lighten up the day
but nothing seemed to change
it just rained and rained
the whole sky cried
it was painted grey
I woke up looked out the window
and the view had changed
all I could do was turn away

poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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