An untitled poem – the first, most likely, of many

Here is where we find ourselves,
Color in the midst of a grey sky –
It’s true too, when the sky is this way,
The world falls into dismal state,
We’re left to either submit,
Melt into the grey,
Or be like you and I today,
Defiant in our vibrant state.
And we are,
don’t you see?
The population looks
To you and me –
don’t stop.

 

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