Stillness in Grey

Time drips like rain, pooling on pavement’s face,

leaves swirling in circles, each one finds its place.

Day three of the nothing, I sit by the door,

a grey sky outside, heavy like folklore.

An empty street corner, a stillness that sings,

every second suspended, the silence it clings.

I ache for a change, for a whisper of sound,

as if life has forgotten the way to rebound.

Each minute stretches, a weight I can’t bear,

waiting for something, but nothing is there.

So I breathe in the void, let it settle and sit,

as time wraps around me, an unending pit.