The Grey...a poem
The Grey... a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Intimidated by thoughts of grey,
I struggle through the light of day,
bound by lowered expectations bound,
to leave me flailing on uncertain ground.
It is this grey that clouds my mind,
driven to grasp my fears and time,
forever blinding the light to see,
of visions pure and imagined me.
I know these clouds are specs in flight,
not iron chains or spectre’s fright,
but I within this fragile shell,
see only my fears and panic swell.
For beauty eludes my frantic mind,
when shadows fall and creatures whine,
imparting twisted and worrisome thoughts,
of deeds and ills my carriage ought.
And I alone in fearful dread,
retreat in terror with aching head,
relieved to find my solace bound,
in mental flight and denial crowned.
My world now waste and mind enslaved,
to fears and folly in thoughts engraved,
forever haunting a losing mind,
retreating and lost in space and time.
If only those clouds would part and speak,
invite the sun on ragged peak,
to lift a soul repressed and stayed,
with light and hope in heart betrayed.
For sight is less that truth ensued,
a willing twist for a mind to skew,
we only see what we can take,
from reality in a world that breaks.
Grey, be colour no more.