Grayed windows
highlight slimy life,
creepy sun
sending them
off to hide, sorting mismatched
colors, death soon here.
Grayed windows
highlight slimy life,
creepy sun
sending them
off to hide, sorting mismatched
colors, death soon here.
Death, Depression, Poems, Poetry, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Carl D'Agostino on March 22, 2017 - 11:04 am
Grayed windows
If the window is transparent perhaps the unfortunate truth is that it is our eyes have become grayed.
#2 by Carl on March 23, 2017 - 6:55 am
Good wisdom from you, Carl!
#3 by clinock on March 26, 2017 - 3:41 am
or we just need to clean our specs 🙂