Grey Side


As she peers through the grey framed window of time

Playing the scenarios inside her mind

She embraces her unwound reels

Walking gracefully on a tightrope in heels


Her cobwebbed scrolls stowed away

Empty cans, scattered on the floor as she makes her way

She stands there, at her rightful place

With her long-lasting friend ‘Grimace’


The world to her is a place of despair

Swallowed up by the darkness as cheerers glare

The pact she made years ago at a crossroad

Her tarnished soul, at stake, though she glowed


She feels at ease among the strangers there

Enticed by the discreet, the fair

Her friend offered her a world of care

As she looks forward, she took it with her hands bare



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