Spite Poems

The Gray Days

I know it’s the afternoon
I know the sun exists
Though what I see
Only lives a lack of color

A lack of color
That’s so unappealing
Yet so striking
It screams without a soul


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The Gray Days

I know it’s the afternoon
I know the sun exists
Though what I see
Only lives a lack of color

A lack of color
That’s so unappealing
Yet so striking
It screams without a soul


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  Marcus Malkowicz (1 poems about Spite)
  April 22, 2003 - New Jersey