Grey Clouds

Grey clouds roll in, the wind gets colder

Hair turns to ice, hands feel older

Walking the path, snow blowing

Not sure yet where I may be going

 

This chilling road is endless

Feeling a sense of unkindness

Broke free and unattached,

No longer a prisoner, I’m detached

 

Usable and gentle, no destination

Need  a leader for salvation

I follow the moon that leads to darkness

I am scared, I confess, but I feel useless

 

 

 

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