Wednesday, 5 August 2015


We all have our dark places
The black-as-night holes
We descend into
Feet and minds trapped
In pitch and tar
Ears clogged with treacle
To avoid a semblance of truth

Nothing is really
Black or white
And to vacillate between the two
Is to self-defeat ourselves
Into beaten disappointment
There is only grey
In shades of elephants and concrete
Bleak and beautiful in one

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