Grey Poem by Dan Brown

Greens and blues and pinks -
Contrived pastel shades -
Attempt to hug me;
Try to comfort me
And know how I feel.
We walk, silently
But for the soft squeaks
We kick against walls
And head for the light.
White and white and white
- Indoors and outdoors -
Does not reflect well
The truth of the filth
In fake purity.
White-robed guardians,
Smiling as we pass,
And floating - gliding -
Not squeaking like us.
Fluorescence follows
As we stride along
Ignoring the song
Of the beeps and gasps
And clicks and clacks -
The seesaw of fate
We try to prove wrong.
Sitting, we take care
To avoid hazards
- Wires, pipes and words -
Over which to trip
And shatter this scene
Of optimism
Staged on a knife-edge.
Mind the cavalry
That patrols the halls:
Unseen, yes, but felt -
A great armada
Of hope, prayer and strength
And a love that is
Unconditional.
Statues decorate
The rest of the room,
Greying and weathered
By the gusts of grief
That blow in sometimes.
A seriousness
Crowds around the flame,
Seeking renewed heat
- Impassioned vigour -
But finds flickering.
It is time to leave,
Our journeys have reached
Their
Last
Stop.