The sky cried “mutiny”
The blue jumped ship
Into a sea of white
And now it covers me
Like waves of pale
Awash across the light
The sun is drowning in
A tidal wave
Of color-vacant hues
The waters overhead
Have swallowed up
The last and best of blue
And we are left here
In zero visibility
A quiet rest where
The atmosphere collapsed
I must confess: here
In zero visibility
I’m better dressed for
My disappearing act
Beneath the vapor
In zero visibility
The clouds have anchored
The buildings fade to shapes
I want to stay here
In zero visibility
To hide away here
In blankets of the grey
vampireweather 
your wording at the end or your poem is a desire that I have had in my life before as well. Where I just want to be done with all the problems. You have a beautiful way with words. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you very much 🙂
That is my kind of day. Thank you.
amazing greys escape the haze . I love your poems!
dark poem again, in the deepest reaches of our subconscious are thoughts that fuel poetry. this poem reminds me of a dark cold day when the sun is covered by clouds, bleak and gloomy with impending rain, but rain never comes.
impressive
Rain, storms, or just overcast skies have always been a source of inspiration for me. It carries a sort of mysticism that sparks my imagination. Thank you!