Black, white or in-between?

She never forgot to visit.
Her timing?  Impeccable.
Just when I was hanging by a thread
She cut me loose.
Just before my head was about to explode,
she came and made it grey.
All the aggravating, toxic, vibrant colors of my life
 that were messing with my head, turned grey.

They all hated her.
But I always welcomed her with open arms.

She's late this time.
I'm worried that she's never coming back.
I'm worried about what's going to happen.
Am I gonna make it? Does he need help?
Is it really over? When is it coming back?
It's driving me insane.
The colors are burning.
IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE!

It's ok even if I don't make it.
He does but not my help.
Yes, it's finally over.
I don't know and I'm not waiting for it.
Grey is my favorite color.

Hello Apathy my old friend.

Reviews

[SleeplessVolcano]

Being sane is overrated.....no point in being like the masses, right?

Expressive poetry! :)

[Sara]

Thx for reading :)

[An owl on the moon]

There is a beautiful aching in your thoughts, Sara. The painful pulse in your heart flows through your lines, and bleeds down the page in haunted greys.

[Sara]

Thanks a lot for reading :)

[Chris]

Way more than a mere 50 shades of grey aren't there?

Seems the times continue to change and it all stays the same inside...life has its own agenda.

[alifeacoustic]

With all the vibrant colour life has to offer us, it's amazing how much of ourselves is consumed in grey. If only we were free to be the rainbows we wish for and discard monochrome to history.
Beautifully penned. Just one thing, you say in the last verse he does but not my help. Is it meant to be he does but not need my help?
Otherwise, perfect. And apologies for pointing this out.

[Sara]

exactly :) I wrote this at about 3AM when I came home after a concert...I don't really remember much. I just woke up the next morning with a new poem on my laptop. That's why I didn't change a thing. Thx for reading! :)