Gray

Close my eyes

And I'll continue

This walk on streets of gray.

My world is empty - devoid of life

And yet I choose to stay.

For I can hear the wind

Howling through the street.

And I can feel the plants

Rising underneath my feet.

Throw my head back

Hear the howl

Above the sky hangs low.

The clouds are dark

The days are wrong

So tell me not to go.

For I can hear the cries of old

The terror on the streets.

So paint me black and throw me back

While the universe all sleeps.

- Carly Floyd

10/7/08