Faye Sizemore

MUSING IN GRAY

Cold gray days
give way to thoughts… fleeting
… not yet ready for daylight
Hidden truths creep in the gloom…
Age has no awakening
… and only rests in death
Long has innocence slumbered
… awaiting this day to come
and arises now… unrecognized
… a stranger forever
a forgotten friend…
who will…
never be known again…