Seventh part of the [Gray Goodbye] project
XCVII
PHOTOGRAPHS
For every day
Forgotten
For every single smile
Every moment captured
Every memory treasured
Made unknown,
Every photograph
Is bleached
Unto my gray eyes,
I see solace
I see pain
Deeply etched and engraved
Into every cell and tissue
A miserable framework
That withstood indifference,
Now drained altogether
Unto my gray eyes,
I saw hate
I saw wrath
Raging like a wildfire
An inferno of rain
Each drop like numbness
Settling in my skin,
Now flushed altogether
Unto my gray eyes,
I will see revenge
I will see war
To change the course
Of the sun’s revolution
Every moment captured
Every memory treasured,
Now obliterated altogether
In every reality
Is every duality
The good
Shadowed by evil
The laughter
Echoed by lament
The calm
Perturbed by thought
That is why
In every void
Is every choice
Without good
Shadowed without evil
Without laughter
Echoed without lament
Without calm
Perturbed without thought
Without gray eyes
To see solace
To see pain,
No more backtracks
No more rewinds
No more recalls
No more throwbacks
To be set
Without gray eyes
To see hate
To see wrath,
No more understandings
No more socialization
No more realizations
No more friendships
To be set
Without gray eyes
To see revenge
To see war,
No more chaos
No more disorder
No more completeness
No more emptiness
To be set
Without the past,
The present
Is inconsistent
The future
Is incoherent
And I,
My identity
Will be erased
Without a standard,
Words
Become empty
Emotions
Become nonsense
Photographs
Become blank
Like gray
Photographs
Without backgrounds
Without depth
Without angle
Without focus
Without emotions
Are I
Like gray
And gray
It is
It was
What is
What will
Is what is
What will
Be
Seventh, it was
Eighth, what is
Soundtrack inspiration: [Stay Close, Don't Go] by [Secondhand Serenade]
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