Gray

Words fail me.
I cannot help but try
Grasping at strands,
Searching for a form,
Clawing through emotions
to find the centre of
An angry storm of words.
Your face is turned away;
blank, ignorant,
oblivious to everything
but the narrow strip
afforded to you by
your habits, beliefs,
convictions! of right,
calling, command.
Words pour out of you,
A harsh torrent
binding me to a hard chair
in a room with no shadows.
I am blinded by your rage.
You define me,
confine me,
attempt to align me
with your vision of the world
right and wrong,
black and white;
but all I see is gray.
You are drowning me
in your words;
The last thing I will hear
will be the rapids
of your judgement.

Dagenn