The Color of Silence

[This is a poem that I hope describes the color I want it too- Describing a color seemed too easy so I opted for a poem to do so instead, I hope you enjoy]

The rocks, dark and eroded

Tide washing against the rock edge.

I sit in silence,

staring at the negligent and killer sky.

I sit in silence,

waiting for the storm to pass on by.

Eyes, dull with sadness, devoid of almost all color

my brother sits in silence next to me.

Breeze Wafting,

Storm Cackling.

I hear the color screaming at me

all around me,

wrapping me like a woolen blanket.

Silence, I do hear.

Silence, I do see.

Silence, I do feel.