This poem was inspired by a close friend of mine. We both have had our ups and downs in life and we've always supported eachother through them. I suppose this sort of makes it a tribute to them. Here's to you, AsterWings.
The looming grey dripped down harshly,
Patterning against the window,
As the warm embrace of the fire,
Surrounded and shielded me from the cold.
The looming grey struck violently,
As its voice blew out my only fire,
But I stayed comfortably sound,
With a weaved blouse around me.
The looming grey chiseled at my skin,
Infecting me to the knuckles with black,
So I grasped your hands oh so tightly,
As you assured me oh so calmly,
That the unsightly gloomy grey,
Will soon be far behind me.
As you picked me up and guided me,
Towards the door all wrapped up in winter clothes,
We stepped out into the open country,
As the cemented bog pooled around my feet,
The grey was faded and far behind me,
And we played in the puddles left behind.
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A Boring Man's World (A collection of poems by Santino Macari)
PoetryPoetry written by a man who's doesn't really have anything interesting going for him. Think of this more as a poetry dump where I add poems I've busted out here and there.
