State of Gray
Splintered wood
of a rigid barn floor
Tilt a whirl
that keeps on spinning round
Through the
ribcage deep inside your core
Drifting above
like clouds, watching the ground
Plaid shirts,
dirt and gun smoke fill the air
Broken bottles
shattered without heed
Winter takes the
sun and leaves trees bare
Lost in twilight
blind to what you need
Disappearing
innocence and grace
Somber remarks
through a hollowed mind
Volumes speak as
they look upon your face
Life not lived
and yet left to rewind
The sparkles of
the shadows move the day
Leaving solitude
forever state of gray
