Gwen Dixon Poet I do not know?

Sea of Gray

I'm a puppet on strings; forced to perform.
I'm a rose without beauty, stripped of my thorns.
Nothing compares to the aching pain.
Of being left out in the rain.

I feel broken and frozen, taken away.
Lean and weak, my ends start to fray.
Slowly, I watch the colors fade.
Because I am lost in a sea of gray.

I'm an outsider, waiting, for someone to notice me.
I'm a poor man, pacing, pleaing you spare me.
Because flying is impossible with clipped wings.
And speaking out doesn't work when you're too weak to sing.

I feel broken and frozen, taken away.
Lean and weak, my ends start to fray.
Slowly, I watch the colors fade.
Because I am lost in a sea of gray.

I've sunken to my knees and I call out helplessly
The water's rising in this sea.
A full moon glares down at me. 
I'm trapped out here defenselessly.

***~~*I'VE FALLEN*~~***

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