Gray

by Dawn   Jan 6, 2013


I
spent my
life with arms
held out for a
savior. I have
yet to be rescued, and
my eyes are losing their shine.
Gray washes over walls of text;
it reminds me of a world where I
can be safe, melancholy, decrepit.

I never asked for uncontrollable
shaking, or eyes that dart too quickly
to actually see anything.
My hands are calloused and veined,
it's a dry cold that bites
at my cheeks on this
lonely road I
have traveled
too far
on.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Missed reading your poetry Dawn! Hope you're doing alright. This poem said so much, it speaks those thoughts we may have hidden. I was left speechless. The way you spoke about grey gives me shivers because it's like it seeps into your soul... I love the structure of your poem and the way you ended it by saying you've traveled this lonesome road too long. Don't give up hope.....even with a long road ahead of you someone will come by at some point to lift you up :]

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