Void Of Color(Thought) Poem by Poet of the River

There is nothing I feel,
Everything is grey.
My thoughts locked away by a seal,
I have successfully hid them away.
Even when no one is around,
I still don't make a sound,
For there is nothing for me to say,
this perfunctory peace I have found,
Plays it's steady droning sound.
A beat I can work with.
I can keep in pace with the pound.
With each beat, I cast my emotions away.
And return to my steady yet simple grey.