Grey

An easy clothing match
or a TV remote.
The trail of a pencil
on a scrunched up note.

The shade before darkness,
the storm in the sky.
Dull, usual, tired,
the lonely cry.

Your taunting shadow,
a rotting fruit bruise.
Cigarette ash,
the written news.

The lump in my throat,
my warm, damp hands.
The everyday struggle,
to meet life’s demands.

Jodie Boast

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