This color of melancholy
Does not suit me well.
It is faded and harsh
Does not flatter me.
At first I thought it had
A touch of bittersweet.
Looking close there seemed
A hint of what had been.
Instead it is grey
Dulled flat by pain.
Washed out and faded
Bitter with memories.
Wash me and cleanse
Lord of the rains.
Flood the hidden hollers
Cleanse and set me
Free.
