Gray Days

alas, 
those voices heard
may be our own
but like the sun rises
and sets
they might be
left
and forgotten
while the moon
glows in the sky
on a cool summer night
it is not quite enough light
for us all
to see through
the darkness
and even though
the clouds cover
the bluest of skies
the sun will always
try
and peek through
to give us light
to see  us through
all those gray days
 

EverlastingWaves

VT

16 years old

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    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
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