Grayscale

Bright as the sun

The sun is not bright

Dull, dead stale light

Filtered through the windows

The green on the plants

Looks more like gray

And the sun simply

Blazes, its rays scorching

Searing my skin

The whip of a guard

“Continue to exist!”

Continue to breathe!

Even without purpose

Even when the plants look

Gray and the air stands

Still in my lungs and to

Even inhale and exhale

Seems pointless, a waste

Of energy expended on a

Skeleton land, a graveyard

Where I am commanded to

    Live.

I'm praying for you!

:)