Alone,
so timid.
Watching the world,
the lost faces;
the stone sky.
Black and white.
These people claim "crushed soul",
the town claims "no life left unlost...",
beyond this grey sky.
Rainbow?
Wake up.
This world is too full.
This world of "just too plain."
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Alone,
so timid.
Watching the world,
the lost faces;
the stone sky.
Black and white.
These people claim "crushed soul",
the town claims "no life left unlost...",
beyond this grey sky.
Rainbow?
Wake up.
This world is too full.
This world of "just too plain."
A poem I wrote a long time ago. Kind of dreary, but is it good?
