I’m a flicker of grey......

Greet the dawn under a slate-grey sky Watching hours pass, watching time go by No maps on the wall, no fire in the soul Just a fragment of a life that was never whole The cycle is a circle, a worn-out groove A heavy-footed ghost with nothing to prove Breath goes thin while the coffee goes cold Waiting for a story that was never told I watch them through the pane, the vibrant ghosts Floating through the streets to their distant coasts They hold the flame, they hold the light I’m just a silhouette fading into night No electric surge, no storm in the veins Just the steady rhythm of the pouring rains Observing the rush while I’m frozen in place Scaling a summit that leaves no trace No bolt from the blue, no thunderous sound Just keeping my feet on the silent ground Everyone’s chasing, everyone’s bright I’m a flicker of grey in a neon night Too busy surviving to find the key Locked in the hum of the used-to-be It’s so hollow, it’s so deep Promises I’m far too tired to keep Empty pockets and a sunless view Just the monochrome days I’m drifting through The spark has died, the sky is lead Living a life that’s already been said Just staying alive. Witnessing the light. The static remains...