Saturday, May 25, 2013

Somewhere in the Grey

Right down that road. Can you see it? 
It’s beyond that turn. Down that hill.

Off in the distance it awaits.
Tell me if you see it, would you please?
I’m trying to avoid it. 

But it still sits there, ominous and growing. Breathing. 

For you see, I can’t live forever. And my death is fast approaching. 

Somewhere in the grey area. Beyond where I can see. 

It’s haunting, forcing me to run away. 

Where can I run that death can not find me? Where it can not reach out it’s pasty fingers and grab hold? 


Perhaps behind the grey? 

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