Ts Poetry Poet Free verse

Grey

grey kisses her cloud
and I stand in the solitude
under the barren span
veined with drear
awaiting to pounce
on the lonely

darkness turns up the dial
exposed to the consternation
of the damned
life be damned
as salt reaches down
the corners of my being

is that all I am
a wandering being?

purpose proposed to the night
an offering of hopes
too small
I am too small
under duress
a starless sky
wondering
will there ever be light

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Lady Labyrinth November 25, 2020 at 12:55 PM I hear the damned are drawn to this place as if it were a magnet...this too shall pass. Ts Poetry November 25, 2020 at 2:44 PM Dark and dreary..light rain and cold...dark already at 443 Lady Labyrinth November 25, 2020 at 1:00 PM I find Peaky Blinders a good respite.... blue skies here and a burning blinding Sun, beach is better. Chicago Winters must be bleak, all that grey. All those different shades of grey, though, could make it interesting.