Grayman Poem by Jole Hans
Grayman
As above, so below the fray I lay
All encompassing gray
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This world seems not tailored to fit snugly for me
when I silently call upon thee
Wishing to rest my head in the bosom of your love
unable, you are a fleeting dove
Eternal lonesome fools
deserve not these necessary tools
Forever condemned - in the end
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Perhaps I wear too much gray
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