The grey clouds are heavy enough to be my covers and as I pull them over me to hide from it all I feel all consumed. <br /> <br />I hide from; <br />noise <br />light <br />voices <br />responsibilities <br />touch <br />love <br />and my own thoughts. <br /> <br />Under here the cold is both welcome and defending. I wiggle to get the coldest spots. <br /> <br />Only primal urges will release me from this soft cold coffin; <br />urine <br />food <br />water <br />sex<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grey-clouds-2/
