Grey.
The color of my soul as it is crushed
Squeezed
Cheated
And split apart
Everyday.Stepped on carelessly
As if it is not important.
Cracked from its brutal treatment.But they don't know me.
Although they pay me no attention,
I support them
Carry them
Lead them.Without me
They would be forever lost.
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Life Is
PoetryMy own depiction of life as I view it told through a series of freestyle poems