Grey

It was a lost day A dead loss Better forgotten From grey dawning to despairing night He'd been alone He'd sat in silence without light Just watching rain beat down From slate skies to the dark earth without pause He had not wanted books nor music Did not wish to lose his mood in alcohol nor drugs He thought of walking through the downpour Shoulders hunched his collar up A red scarf tightly tied around his neck He sighed He'd have to dress Tie on his boots Decide upon a route And if she telephoned No ansaphone would take that moment from him He could call But she was never there Perhaps he'd light a fire It was too late Not worth the effort He would go to bed He'd wait 'till morning See what joy the new day brings Perhaps a letter That would be a start. Morgal (3/4/94)

 

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