Gray

I am surrounded, which way to go.

I start to stumble, I feel the blow.

I fall to the ground, the pain is low.

As I kneel before you, my pain rises.

I look around me, at the attackers in disguises.

Hiding their faces, awaiting their prizes.

In the fog, they get confused.

What are they doing, why are they bruised.

The tables are turned, now they are disused.

The fog is my dream, my safe place.

In the dark, I cant see your face.

I turn around into a loving, strangers embrace.