Open Poetry #27 |
My mornings are gray... |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
My mornings are gray as if someone lit the Incense and its smoke spread across the sky. Not that I’m feeling miserable, just a little Sad perhaps seeing my ink become dry, Knowing that something has muffled my music. You’ve left with your mind set and I dare not Call you back to me. There’s really no use in Opening wounds when you’ve tied the knot. My mornings are gray. I’ve learned to accept Even the worst hands that life dealt out, Because, in the end, nothing changed except Autumn is colder this time around. Colder and lonelier, I turn in my bed, Keeping the blanket near my arm to create The sense of your body beside me, instead Of forgetting about you. I fall asleep late. Beginning with fog, my mornings turn gray. Receding, the clouds disband in the distance And sunshine ensues for the rest of the day. Not a soul next to me as I ponder existence. Desolate streets. Leafless trees. This is autumn. Everything’s barren, preparing for snow. I am alone here. I am dying of boredom. Something is missing… and it’s someone I know. Check out my poetry here: |
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paladin
since 2001-08-05
Posts 930Pensacola,Fl. |
Depression is a grey specter that sits in the shadows of my room and stares at me with accusing eyes. paladin |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I've seen the before of this write. So I understand the gray. Wonder when the gold will appear? Very good Master...very good. |
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