Befallen Greys
the world before, cast befallen greys
wandering alone, streets bare of being
i am here believing, the world is no more.
head felt that pillow, the world seem torn
eyes closing, to this paralleled haunt
now to see clearer, a dream cheerful
spring bloom, waters flow neat
in my head the land is healed
not the disorder disaster i thought.
eye awaken to the no more
a wasteland, stretched before
my head hurt by the sight
my lungs stung by the gasp
the air i intake will not last.
squeezing my eyes shut,
keep the worn thoughts out
the world grows cold
and i pretend i am fine
all in my mind.
12/15/21 – Andy McRae
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