Morning Is Grey Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Morning Is Grey

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Morning is grey.
Damp ground.
Rained most of the night.
Jacket on.
Phone in pocket.
Cigarette in mouth.
Walking.
Foot following foot.
Avoid puddles.
Beeping buses ramble by.
Inside just as rambled.
Go away, milk and honey.
Stay clean from happiness.
Listen to nothing.
Do nothing.
Favourite pants on.
Ice cold hands.
Let them wrap the neck.
Pressure.
Resolve.
Think no more.
Worry.
Tension.
All gone.
Fall to ground.
Expire.
Last day.

Nothing matters.
Everything matters.
Who really cares?

Morning is grey.
Damp ground.
Rained most of the night.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: deep
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kanav Justa 03 June 2014

.. an intresting concept..and beautifully executed... nice write...

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Kassem Oude 27 May 2014

Morning is Gray, Good writing.

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Akhtar Jawad 27 May 2014

Nothing matters. Everything matters. Who really cares? lovely description, A lovely description of a care free life.

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