Grey
My mind
My eyes
Hold the weight
of a grey winter sky
That orb
Between my chest
Sunken in the middle
Of my cage of bones
Is hot
And shining dimly
Of a pleasant
Silver
Being tugged
With an untidy
Frayed rope
Gripping that core
Entangled around it
Like enchanted vines
It tuggs that orb
Strictly but guiding
No, dragging.
Like a weight.
I am heavy
Like an anchor
Being pulled
from the depths
To a ship
Out of view
My eyes
Windows
Fogged with
Condensation
And the sound
Of a gentle rain
Rhythmically falling
From that
Grey winter sky