Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Gradiant

This is my world,
From my eyes.
This is how it is,
Doesn't glow like fireflies.
This is everything in grey.
Empty roads in every direction.
Roads that just go on,
This is like that dream from inception.
These books that I hold,
They never end.
Leave this story untold.
Pages they've written, the words don't make sense.
Like the start of one but the end of another.
Jumbled up and mixed up like an unfortune.
Nonsensical like the birth of a mother.
No fears to even brew for the strangers.
This is my world.
From my eyes,
Blacker than before, the greyness twirled.
Inch after inch setting the sun.
You'd jibe and poke me to fight harder.
But this is how it is,
This is all I got from my father.
Nothing gets tougher than each step to take.
With these shoes burning on the road.
Scratching the skin under the toe.
Peeled off like the tongue of a toad.
This was never the way I planned,
The way its turned out to be,
Far from what could've been.
Far from what shoud've been, from what should be.
This is it.
This is my world.
This is how it is.
My story unfurled.

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