Colors

Reds and blues,

greens and yellows,

so many colors in the world.

Yet I am grey.

I will always be grey,

a glitch in the beautiful world,

a grey wall

where there should be a brilliant field

of rainbow flowers

and green pastures.

But I am grey,

as grey as they come,

a storm cloud in a clear blue sky,

a slab of concrete in a forest,

so out of place.

I am a grey wall in the kingdom of colors,

and I will never be colorful.

I will never be a red rose,

or an orange sunset.

I will never be a yellow dandelion

made into a flower crown.

I will never be verdant grass,

or a sea of perfect blue.

I will never be a purple twilight,

with white stars shining like holes

in violet fabric.

I will never be a rainbow,

lighting up the sky after a storm.

I am a grey wall,

concrete scarring the beautiful world.

I can see the colors,

but I know for sure,

that I'll never be one of them.