Apr 2015
The grey wept all around me
As my feet sunk into cement
I clawed and fought,
Yet the stone reflected cynically
Soon my soul began to welt
As thoughts stood rigidly still
I froze glaring at the shell
Which have enveloped me
The grey the began to pelt
And the cement cracked before my feet
For the clouds began to bleed
Like rain weeping from the sky
As my feet sunk into cement
I clawed and fought,
Yet the stone reflected cynically
Soon my soul began to welt
As thoughts stood rigidly still
I froze glaring at the shell
Which have enveloped me
The grey the began to pelt
And the cement cracked before my feet
For the clouds began to bleed
Like rain weeping from the sky
I think what I was trying to take a different approach to conformity. It can be difficult to break out of, and yet when we do break out, we sometimes become frightened. Maybe its because we see ourselves truly for the first time.
