Updated: Dec 10, 2020

Dying of the gray death,

gets worse when your red heart

is ripped from your

blue jean sleeve.

All hope of survival,

is lessened quite considerably

when your dreams

become a nightmare.

Temporary solutions,

needed fast so your weary head

can hit a pillow

instead of a concrete slab.

Does life throw you curves,

until you learn there are no promises,

just simple words

to soothe the hopeful heart.

Never believe all that you hear,

half lies, half broken dreams of humanity,

leaving you to believe

you are alone and on your own.

A ray of faithful hope,

lines the grayest of days of spirit

try, just try to believe

your life has some meaning.

Timothy Michael DiVito c2020


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