A Man Stands Grey

A Man Stands Grey

A Poem by Chris

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
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.

© 2017 Chris

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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


Posted 2 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


2 Years Ago

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

2 Years Ago

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

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Added on November 29, 2017
Last Updated on December 29, 2017