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?
Copyright © Nicholas Rao | Year Posted 2014
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