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Cold Gray

By Michael Lee Johnson

Cold Gray

Below the clouds
forming in my eyes,
your soft eyes,
delicate as warm silk words,
used to support the love I held for you.

Cold, now gray, the sea tide
inside turns to poignant foam
upside down separates --
only ghosts now live between us.

Yet, dreamlike, fortune-teller,
bearing no relation to reality --
my heart is beyond the sea now.
A relaxing breeze sweeps
across the flat surface of me.
I write this poem to you,
neglectfully sacrificing our love.
I leave big impressions
with a terrible hush inside.
Gray bones now bleach with memories,
I'm a solitary figure standing
here, alone, along the shoreline.






Article © Michael Lee Johnson. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-08-23
Image(s) are public domain.
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