Éminence Grise

This village is a ghost town -
one boring shade of grey,
a clown without his makeup,
a pub during the day.

This town has been abandoned -
a throne without its queen,
a painting that’s just canvas,
an empty silver screen.

This city now feels empty -
a rainbow that’s all blue,
a ship without its captain,
a me without a you.

This country’s now a desert -
where no real flowers grow.
All I grew, I grew for you
(as if you didn’t know).

And now this planet tumbles
through endless empty space.
I’m trapped here on its surface
sans love, sans hope, sans grace.