Factory Gray

There was a grittiness about it
which envelops you as you enter;
the floor is gray,
the walls gray,
the people gray.
Gray dust hung in dim light
the floor gritty under foot
you touch nothing
for the gritty dust
was everywhere.
No one smiles,
no humming,
no whistling,
just move through it
the same as yesterday.
Mind numbing repetition,
interrupted by danger,
and irrational conflicts
which you hope to avoid.
No outside indication
is it day or night
even the clock
told you the hour
not ante or post
meridiem.
So you work
to live, and
finance hope
and deliverance
from gray to white
Someday.