Gray sky


The smell of fresh cut grass
The site of birds in the trees
Its like they are taunting me
They are so free and me
I'm consumed by dark
Gray clouds the hover my head
As i am in bed
I would hate to say but to this day
I'm different and strange
I want to rearrange but
I can't its my life
Sorrow pain nothing to gain

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