A Feeling of Gray

Miles away, looking at myself
A hollow feeling inside
From out of nowhere it came
“Why”, it screams, says this simple mind

Unable to draw the line
Between now and last nights dream
Each minute more confusing
Nothing’s right, or so it seems

Clarity, I wait for its return
It can’t happen soon enough
A body beat down and missing home
While growing tired, tired of being tough

I see faces speak, but no sound is made
The misery controls and makes the rules
Thinking of yesterday, I wasn’t the same
Cogitation and bedlam, a never-ending duel

Time, and my safe place, oh, how I yearn
This reverie unto which I fell
Not a hand to cling to as my stumble began
A gray world, on this day I dwell

Patrick

A mentally beaten introvert, just wanting to create art and share it with the world.

https://poesoulstudio.com
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