Menacing Grey

Breathe the chunky air
Fill your tattered lungs
With peppered red
Watch as gloom gathers day
and light fades away

A single ray
of blue on grey
Malingers in opaque eyes
The opiate of sunset
Slides you into a
Scar stacked night
Brittle as baked bone
There is a crunch in
Your step

Call the watchman
Guard the cheese
They are not coming
They are already here

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is that dark, enveloping feeling as the sun slips behind the horizon and shadows encroach... a hunger that comes on the emptiness of night... Powerful and menacing work.

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

Unique poem and its great....Guard that cheese!

[SwagMaster]

Interesting poem, with a good rhythm and flow. Little confusion about the cheese, however.