Dusk of Grey
On the outside,
the quiet dusk of grey
Sits the cloudy days
of our ending times
We won’t speak about it,
it’s not okay
Your heart didn’t speak to me,
it won’t chime
Nor will it bring relief
on crush align
Not a piece of me
is left to be cleaved
Produced by this evenings
worrisome leave
Emptiness bellows on in,
heartless pain
Our lives are darkly lit,
left to unweave
By the tailored look
of the devils mane
Russell Sivey
Contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Constance La France
8/6/2013
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