Gray
by AnineDreary April mornings
In between the black
The white, blazing warnings
Feelings might just crack
Footsteps on the concrete
Knocking at the door
The smell of rain, so sweet
What are you here for?
The sky won’t open up
Swallowing the past
Sipping from my cup
Of coffee, contrast
To the walls of which I reside,
Waiting until my eyes have dried
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