Some have been thought brave because they were afraid to run away
More fool them for suffering in silence amidst fanfare of praise
Muted expressions, dashing hopes, bag full of words hidden away
Is it any wonder then that pain leaves a dull reminder in its wake?
Sour lashings, bitter truth, grim future day after day
Burning embers of forgotten love and eyes searing with hate
are sole burdens their heart carries without a moment’s solace
Are waning breathes of trapped souls the only sound of their fate?
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Grey Strokes
PoetryThe color grey is an interesting shade - non-committal, on the fence, always on edge. The verses you find in this little book of poems are much like the color. Take them with a color of your choice and you will uncover some hidden truths or take the...
