Grey view

I look through, my view obstructed by grey metal
Seeped in darkness, the vast expanse is cool
There is a slither of white peeking through
Swaying in the wind the light glimmers,
As if tip-toeing...any moment there would be a peal of laughter
I listen...the sight is re-enacted, the laughter drowned out?

I look out, around the grey bars
Watching for any movement, straining for the sound of squeal
Anything...that would abate the rising anxiousness
But, alas, the view is binding

The sound of silence is emanating, creeping in
Past the two grey pillars
They penetrate into the room
Presence so strong that you can almost reach out and touch
A soft glow of hope?
Or is it the loss of voice?

Hope for escape, for sanity
Loss of individuality
I stand wondering, my eyes fixed on the grey cylinders
Cutting a shadow, across the silvery path

If truth be told...

There is sand everywhere, as far as the eye travels

It is coarse, it is gritty, yet it is smooth

Is this what it feels like, truth?

Harsh, coarse but smooth...

Why can't it be smooth but not coarse?

Pointed and poignant

Truth is but reality

It does not don on the camouflage of color

There is no hiding...

It is gritty but not glittery

It hides nothing...but it is soothing

There is a strange calm that accompanies it

A calm you embrace, its coldness soothing!