Shroud of Gray

A Shroud of Gray



A shroud in every shade of gray

Wraps my world in shadows.

The bitter cold wind blows,

And cuts straight to the bone

Exposing to the elements

All that lies within.




The bruised heart bleeds too freely,

The uncertain soul seeks answers,

Until, in the end

All peace of mind is lost,

As the fury of the storm

Rages all around.




Seeking shelter, I choose solitude.

Self imposed confinement,

Until these dim days pass

And the dark clouds break

Something other than my spirit,

Which is now so profoundly wounded.




Search not for me, my friend,

For I long to be left alone,

To seek my solace in silence

And with painstaking effort

Attempt to piece back together

What is left of what once was.

MWA
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