Grey
The body had fatigue. the heart
Black and blind with fever.
The little crow cried as he passed.
The voice watched strength and
health end.
Nightmare, awakened meaning, in
horror.
My eyes stooped as pleasant days grey.
Copyright © Amanda Trotman | Year Posted 2024
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