the coming of the gray

it settles in like powder after an eruption a radical beginning ending in quiet ashen snow reducing all color of landscape to a blurry black and white snapshot all plants, waterways and wind of change to wretched silence the coming of age death shows itself in our faces and our relevancy is reduced to nostalgia biding time hanging on to thoughts of young days and old ideas pretending we have fended off the coming of the gray

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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