Grace and Gray

osh555's picture

She thinks that life passes her by
Steady with the blade against her
Torn, scarred thigh
Her pale inner city
Quakes from the barrage
The wreckage and debris:
Self-confidence and trust
In self, in others
Her hope poured
Down the drain
Along with her pills
The children’s cries can’t be heard
In her silent break down

She can’t remember
Midnight on our hill
We chose our fortunes
And clouds in the sky
Then watched as they collided
As we collided

Her old friend splashes
on the decades aged shag
Not just pain but relief
In her swimming blue eyes
They reflect nothing
No light gets through
Not anymore
Not quite anymore
Not quite…

Over the state line
Pedal to the floor
80 mph and not caring
I look over at her face
And though I know
The torment that lies
Just underneath
Just out of reach
I’m touched
By the grace and gray.
She wakes
as we reach the tunnel.
We hold our breath



sistinesylph's picture


I liked that.

"Man it takes a silly girl
to lie about the dreams she has.
But lord, it takes a lonely one to wish
that she had never dreamt at all."