POETRY ART AND VISION

A poem. Where everything becomes grey and still.

Is it drab? 
Dappled, softly layered shades, a contrast, is it bland, perhaps it is even beautiful?

Unspoken.
A vapid recollection, sullen recourse, inaudible announcement, then the confusion comes.

Pointless emotion, wasteful, superfluous; please be still.

A dull chatter fills the night sky.

Are they hollow promises, is it broken trust; a landscape vast, yet suffocating.

The city. It closes in.

Vacant. Non-commital.
Is it desolation?

No.

It is just Grey, neutral, silvered, silent, profound.

Grey.