Poem: White covers Grey

White covers grey.
Like a mask covering the truth.
An emotion left to anguish,
a forgotten feeling left to die

Fighting, it tries to surface.
But time is a thief.
The strength no longer exists.
What was there is now gone.

Suffocation is a constant.
Light ceases as the pain increases.
Like a needle in the vein,
but without the relief it always brings.

Scorned for months wasted.
Forgotten for dormancy.
It pays for the errors of its past
in the currency of despair.

Relinquishing is the only verdict.
But pain is interrupted by a breath.
A solitary moment of deliverance
that is familiar and lovingly embraced.

And the course is realized.
The mask will be lifted.
Souls will need refitting.
Nothing though can stop inevitability…

The thief will heal the scars.
Pain will be sown and mended.
All mistakes will be forgotten.
Doomed to be visited another day.

And once again, white will cover grey.