Through Grey Eyes Poem by courtney metcalf

Through grey eyes,
I look at the sunset;
it doesn't feel the same.
Has it lost its color? Has its brightness changed?

Through grey eyes,
I look at the mountains;
Are they more puny than before?
Something seems different
But what, I'm not exactly sure.

Through grey eyes, I see the ocean and the sand of its beach;
Is the water the same blue-green color it use to be?
Do the waves still come crashing into the shore,
In such an intense manner that it looks like they're intending war?

Through grey eyes,
I view the universe;
Wondering if it's a gift or a curse.
Then I look through grey eyes into the mirror;
Suddenly things become more clearer.
Now I see, the world is not the problem,
And I am the very reason to why my life is so solemn.