when, under duress
the sun forgets to wake
and just lets the clouds have their say, white
is the same as grey.
i for one, alone, for too
think littlely and slow, with an anger
that bates my silver breath
i am not gilded, to be seen
but small. i must remember
i am not precious. i hate
and my lungs fill with sour water.
but when the sun
under duress, forgets to wake,
the clouds will say other things too.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
when, under duress
the sun forgets to wake
and just lets the clouds have their say, white
is the same as grey.
i for one, alone, for too
think littlely and slow, with an anger
that bates my silver breath
i am not gilded, to be seen
but small. i must remember
i am not precious. i hate
and my lungs fill with sour water.
but when the sun
under duress, forgets to wake,
the clouds will say other things too.