A Man Stands Grey

A man stands grey

As black and white feet dangle

They sway in the wind

Like lonely chimes

He grabs a black wrist

And then a white wrist

He feels for a pulse

He feels nothing,

But stagnant blood

A tear falls red

From his grey eyes

He stares at a black face

And a white face

Eyes wide open

His grey hands trace

From their cheek to their neck

Simultaneously

Until he reaches the rope

Which broke a black spine

And a white spine

The grey man turns away

He searches for more rope

He finds nothing but grey

Prevailing, all around.

Reviews

[J. Hampton]

Intensely penned
This would be an awesome and powerful spoken word piece
there's always more rope
and I believe a majority will die off in their grey area

Kudos

[Chris]

Thank you so much. And thats something to fear, more rope.

[J. Hampton]

Amen !
give the spoken word thing a shot...I believe the vibe is in you...what have u to lose?