Sky is Gunmetal Grey

found this poem, which doesn’t have a title, among my pile of drafts. suggestions? i can’t remember why i wrote it, but i know it was on a rainy day.

sky is gunmetal grey.
the earth, even when it’s been sunny all day, felt moist and soft, about to, wanting to – maybe swallow me.
the city buzz was less intruding – i hear some screeching, some hooting, honking, and i don’t feel the least bit annoyed.
numb. is this what numb feels?
i could get hit by a bus and i’d probly just pull myself up and walk to where i’m headed, bloody and bruised.

the sky is gunmetal grey.
the song in my head is one from a woman longing…
been a long time since…

rejection always sucks.