the fire is from within
the cold is from without
any other notion creates a state of doubt
and doubt is what there is
as people scream and shout
is grey the only thing this world can be about
this place i do not like
i want to cast it out
i want to shriek my rage and fire my words all about
i want this world to know
it feeds my inner rage
it pins me down and stifles me and leaves me in a cage
i cannot live this way
i cannot thrive in grey
i will not wear the knives they've dealt and sleep in grey dismay
my bed i toss and turn
i want it all to burn
and light the night with black and white and make the judge adjourn
in blight i live today
a state of mass decay
none now know none now see they've cast it all in grey
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: April 26th, 2025 06:43
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Comments1
Grey the uncertainty of black and white. We live in a world of uncertainty and doubt. A lovely write about the desire for a firmer base.
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