Murkiness

The night was grey. 

The day was grey

Paris had gone grey

Life , too, had turned grey 

Murk was all around

You had gone

You had passed away

Lights were subdued

Didn't dare to twinkle 

In the wet branches

Nor did the sun 

Everything was blanketed 

In a rising fog

My heart was bleeding

Into an ever empty bucket

Food didn't make it 

To my bloodless lips

Even my sleep was colourless

My drained brain too tired

To care winter was here

The ashes spread on the snow

Melted the footprints into dirty puddles.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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NaPoWrimo 2016

TSL, 8/30