Blue Grey Black

Cannot quite make it out
Like through some haze in a foreign land
Where the dust refuses to be heard
And the sunlight screams
After I dropped my dictionary

Yet here it is, familiar
Like your oldest friend
Who sneaks into your party,
Stays for days, refuses to leave
Booze flowing to keep life floating

This dark cloud though poisonous
Brings camaraderie,
Settles in with cold hugs
Breeding warmth in contempt,
A visit I was expecting

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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