This grey and murky town
Filled with people, smiles upside down
These grey shades walk on by
A part of the brickwork in which they reside
Long lost in conformities rules
Their souls did they lose
Shackled prisoners for all time
Giving up their ultimate crime
No hope for the greys now
Lost forever they wouldn’t know how
How to see and live again
Their ghostly existence is all they’ve left
If only they had taken that risk
Long gone now, opportunities missed
Oh for what could’ve been
Dreams come real, they would’ve seen
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Sep 18, 2012
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