Caverns of Gray
By: Bryan Olson
Confusions fill a hollow core,
The shelter has been compromised.
There is a faint reminder left behind,
It has been tossed to the wolves like a poisoned carcass.
Books once held wisdom,
Now currently filled with mystic crayonic messages.
Essays written by children,
Revealing thoughts of ponies and dragons.
Seen in the strange faces passing day after day,
Felt in the sting of my side,
Tasted in the cancer between fingers,
Smelt in the liquid that passes lips,
Heard in the rings of Saturn.
Tiny dancers shine above a foreign essence.
The mites that speak purity into my soul,
Call home to the caverns of gray between my skin.
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