Grey heart

It was cloudy.
Dawn and dusk looked the same.
Sun rays in vanity,
Everything looked grey.
What's beyond can't be seen.
The dim silence silencing my heart,
the matching rhythm,
the grey rhythm.
A  call for clarity,
but just a cold wind.
A call for light,
just a lamp post.
Fed up with whines,
the heart which is numb,
takes all the pain,
sees all the light,
felt all the vain,
yet loves the grey day,
the most.
It doesn't give clarity,
but gives the hope for a change.
It shows suffocation,
but also shows survival.
It plays the faint song
a grey heart sings...