Grey Day

A new day

A new hour

So many people to devour.

 

Faded consciousness

Fallen Grace

World moving at a blinding pace.

 

Boredom sets in

Life fades away

many debts left to be paid.

 

But when all is gone

And long forgot

Never found what was sought.

 

A grey space is found,

World shattered in a single bound

I ask aloud "What world is this?"

A voice chimed in, "Bliss"

dreamer922 dreamer922
18-21, F
Feb 18, 2009