Grey on Brown November 18, 2011

The dust settles
All around
Layer after layer
Grey on brown.

Leave it lie
Don’t breathe it in
Layer upon layer
My old skin.

Mostly I don’t see it
Grey on brown
Slowly building
Without a sound.

So much effort
Keeping up the shine
Without thinking
I turn an eye blind.

Kind of comforting
The softened lines
Like a bad habit
A familiar grime.

Usually a visit
From some out-of-town guest
Will open my eyes
To my stale and tired mess.

In a burst of energy
I’ll wipe it clean
But then my throat itches
And I wheeze and sneeze.

And why even try?
It just comes back
Covering today -
The remains of the past.

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