The color of pain
The color of pain is grey
And it is brushed across the land
Where it remains impervious
To considered attention
Where it is dry in the rainfall of
Winter.
The sound of pain is grey
And it wafts from the sky
Penetrating the shield of
The window,
The shingle of the roof,
The ears of the mendicant.
The smell of pain is grey
It’s malodorous presence
Remains impervious to wind
And rain;
It colors the air, the air of
Winter;
Grey.
Feb. 14, 2018
Copyright Elmore Nimrod Scott Jr.
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