Shades Of Grey Poem by Ruth warren

Sometimes without rhyme or reason
my heart flutters to a slow beat,
My soul is crying yet the tears will not come,
I think of the people I'm missing and who
have passed before me,
I think of my younger years that
seem to have left me,
I hear the sound of the ticking clock
as it echoes within the empty
halls of my being,
I look around me and I am startled by
the stark bleakness of world affairs,
Oh how I am trapped transfixed within
the swilling thoughts of my mind,
The pain inching through my body
transcending me deeper into the depression
of mixed emotions,
Not happy nor sad yet trapped in the
melancholy of remembering,
So for now I sit here in the
Murky shadows of misty
shades of grey,
Waiting for this day to finally fade.