Bland

Awake at 6 -
grey

Awake at 11 -
grey

That weird part of
Fall
when from
Autumn
the season wants to change to
Winter.

Walk out the
Door
my eye glossy like a dirty
Window
stop and lean against the
Wall
outside my building.

Nothing changes;
nothing stays.
Exhausted of seeing naked trees,
no green leaves,
no white clothes.

In bed at 11 -
black

Asleep at 2 -
black