Nicholas Rao Poet Lyric

10-16-14: In a Conference Hall

The grey chairs form a perfect line of grey,
Like stagnant, grey-clad businessmen at work.
I have no life to give this lifeless day.
Blind, blundering Heart! Will you drain everything to grey?
My longings grab the life from surer joys,
	Shunning what is and grasping for what seems,
	Restless for self-elaborating dreams,
Tossing aside my gifts like they were broken toys.
Poor heart, how will you ever know your end
When you have dreamt yourself into a cell
Gazing on shades of all your fear and fancy spell?

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Gail Debole October 17, 2014 at 6:40 PM This reminds me of a meeting or presentation gone wrong...boring...an employee not feeling appreciated. Don't know if that is what you intend, but that is what I inferred. One of your true gifts is poetry...and it is not a broken toy. You will be appreciated here at Poetry Soup. Hope you achieve your dreams.

Daver Austin October 17, 2014 at 3:22 PM Sounds like the mid-life crisis. I've been there and can enjoy this fine write. Thanks for reading my stuff. Love, daver