Poem by Sandra Chukwudumebi Obiora. 13/10/2020 All rights reserved ©
The Melancholy of grey skies is something I seek after.
Desperate at times to find myself.
Desperate to remain in that blankness,
Desperate to flee bright skies.
This grey sky is a blanket of peace to me.
A blanket of cold and rain.
A blanket of bleakness and warmth.
An oxymoron of sorts.
Here I stand staring at grey skies.
Craving after grey skies,
Staring at the grey sky.
Repeating the mantra; ‘when blue skies come, I must not run away.’
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Wow, Grey Skies! Haha. Looked out my window a bit for a second
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