I want to shut out the world so I can hear my own voice.
Often I wonder - Is it even mine or a distant echo of another?
Do I even have a voice?
Or has it faded into dull reflection?
Muffled by the beats of a fearing heart.
Faint, unheard, a mere shadow.
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Grey Strokes
PoetryThe color grey is an interesting shade - non-committal, on the fence, always on edge. The verses you find in this little book of poems are much like the color. Take them with a color of your choice and you will uncover some hidden truths or take the...
