you've put me in a position
with only two options presented.
keep moving forward or
turn back around.
because there is no in-between for you,
who only sees in black and white.
you, who only accepts grey
when it pertains to clouds on rainy days,
and the gravestone you've placed yourself under.
while your family screams murder,
as you cover yourself with dirt.
i wonder how they can't see
it was your blindness that cut you too deep.
and, i hope that soon your spirit sees
that there's more to this world
than just six feet.
