Feeling Grey

I saw the sky shot rainbow,
illuminating the soft winter afternoon
in a million hazes; its spectrum ran
from one horizon to the other. I stared
wide-eyed, bewildered at the arduous sight
that seemed to drench even my own skin.
Elation was how I felt, subdued by its shades:
that orange that excited me or the calming blue--
the sky is a whirlpool.
Time, it soon became due,
and the colors darkened and dulled,
it lapsed above me and deciphered a single hue--
grey, a monochromatic loneliness, it mirrored my mood.
It fused into my pores, and the melanin in my skin--
what that's left stood like blemishes
as if to remind me of better days.
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