A Grey Day

This is a work still in progress...I think. I started it a few years ago when I was going through a very stressful time. It sort of came to me in a dreamtune...if that makes any sense. :-)

For the colors of the rainbow

     shine not bright upon my door

and the sights that used to thrill me

don't excite me anymore.

 

The dust on pristine pages

     tear me up with blinding rage

and I wonder who I want to be

as I slowly disengage.

 

Like the morning sun in glory

    I want to know the joy

I want to be the open wings

of adventure. Leave me bouyd.

 

But I stand alone. I stand so free

     I try so hard in vain

Will there ever be a day for me

When I'm laughing at the rain?

  

Perhaps a human hand to touch me

     let me know the world exists

bring me back to sun and wind again

when the wall is made of bricks

 

See, dreams are not enough...

     But - yes, I'll try it once again.

For all I need to know is that

you're there for me...my friend.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

It sounded fine to me. I'm not totally sure of the line: The dust on pristine pages, tear me up with blinding rage. It sounds as though your refering to a life with faults that still haunt you. Other then that a fine poem. I also like the fact that you didn't over do it. Nicely done.

[Tate Morgan]

Excellant I am a poet Im Tate.I happened upon you by accident i write in the same way you do .I loved this it was exceptional and deep .If I dont feel something i dont like it I love this
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Tate

[just is]

Perhaps a human hand to touch me
let me know the world exists
bring me back to sun and wind again
when the wall is made of bricks

I loved these lines,
Hey! I like your poetry you are amazing.
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