Grey skies

I look up at a grey expanse
a thick consuming
emptiness of sky.
Can I mourn something that never
Can I mourn an emptiness?
A lack?
A nothing?

I look up at empty skies
I feel empty too
I feel numb
Like all feelings have been drawn out
Have been lost somewhere along
the way.

I know I’ll find my way back to them
But for now I’m living in this patch of grey,
this empty sky
devoid of birdsong
or life.

By Floriana


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