Grey
Of all the graceless days
That frostbit me grey
Stepping stone ways ,
Piece by piece
I’ve drowned away
I’ve changeling my ways
Negotiating pain with ,
A wraith with a changing face
Until pain fades
To a line my finger traces
My soul is a broken vase
Step by step I pace ,
Graceless in my stride
I’ve become lonely places
I’ve been frost bitten grey.
I’m nothing but goodbyes
-EEO
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