Ever Gray

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
That low feeling in the middle of winter, when the snow just isn't as fun anymore.

Submitted: August 18, 2011

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The Ever-Gray

It leaves a dusting on my soul

Cold and lifeless

Like a doll in the attic.

It has a hold on me

A stiff unyeilding hand

Lightly placed upon my shoulders.

Soft as down

Yet unmoveable as stone

The Ever-Gray steals upon me

The last parting gift of December.

Doorstep of January

Tired and formless and cold.

Time is lost in this place between seasons

Neither Winter nor Spring

The Ever-Gray sighs its empty sigh

And holds me tight to its cold heart.


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