Grey
-- dedicated to Sherry
Grey, a shadow in the crowd
(That's what you've turned me into) -- that
Smoke-like creature, like all the others. Yes,
You would allow the coldest thing
To lash against my naked back,
Until I couldn't stand the pain --
So stupour: and I could only stand to look away.
They wrapped me up, and slipped across my
Wrath-burnt eyes (those eyes that
Refuse to be, and so they break), into tears that trickled
Down (I withered
As I tried to convince myself
That it was only the cold shower).
Dale
09.09.2002
--
╴╴╴ http://darkshadows.org/~skyhawk :: dale@dal.net ╴╴
╭——╮╭╭—╮╭—╮╮╭—╮╮╭——╮╭╮╮╮╭╭—╮｜
│ │││ ││ │││ │││ │││ ││ │∣ poetry@ptt.cc
╭╮╰╯│ —╯╭╮ ││ ││ ││ ││ —╯∣ Atheism@ptt.cc
│ ││ ││ ││ ││ │││ ││ │｜ skyhawk@ptt2.cc
╰——╯╰╰—╯╰——╯╰—╯╯╰—╯╯╰—╯╯╰╰—╯｜
--
※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc)
◆ From: 61.216.20.142
> -------------------------------------------------------------------------- <
作者: skyhawk (冰城城主) 看板: poetry
標題: Re: 作品 00088
時間: Mon Sep 9 01:41:16 2002
※ 引述《skyhawk (冰城城主)》之銘言：
: Grey
因為幾分鐘前發生一些令我很難過的事,
所以就寫出了這一首..
跟之前提到的八十八號作品並不同.