GREY PEOPLE

 

Children keeping their night-lights on, believing in the

Safety and comfort the light brings.

There is light at the end of the tunnel, but is

The end not where death will greet us?

Flesh exposed under bright medical lights;

Nobody ever wanted to see my scars.

Childish curiosity under the supervision of the sun.

In the dark my body talks a different language.

Hiding in the darkness of the tunnel,

Isn’t that where we all exist?

Human, honest, hopeful.

Turn the lights off so you don’t see me coming, I’ve been

Told ignorance is bliss.

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