Grey

In the wake of devastation

I was sent an invitation

the sunlight held my hand

echoing the body of a man

My world molded around 

the feeling that shook the ground

... and I fell down

tearing the lace in my gown.

I found myself trembling

with empty winters assembling

no one could see the pain

and here I go... again

Back to the battlefield of stride

where my heart and mind collide

the demons claw their way

I don't want them to claim me, again today...

I don't want them to take me

no... not this way

I'm trying to cling to my belief

even as the skies... change to grey.

Reviews

[Steve]

You are indeed a bard. I am more of a story teller. You have that unique imaginative style that is needed here at this site.

[Aramey]

Thank you. I used to write more novels than anything and then I switched to poetry. The positive comments are incredibly encouraging and appreciated, so thanks again :)

[Chris]

Being held is such a little thing... cept when you aren't.

[Aramey]

Oh so true...

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice well written poem. The ending is my favourite...:)

[Aramey]

Thank you for the review :) I went back to my old style for this particular piece.

[Sami Khalil]

Good to know. You are welcome...:)