Grey

Sand on my toes
should be warm
is really cold
but makes no difference, there's no harm

gray
bleak
fog
in sheets

the ocean pulses
back and forth
it pushes
so much, so little, worth

head pounding
heart in pain
ocean resounding
within

this grey can't keep up
im losing sight
of
what it used to be like

i miss the sarcasm
the sleep
the mysticism
pondering the deep

but further and further
i fall under
the fog
and it's no wonder

on a day
when everything is grey