Grey Rocks of Pain - Poetry

Feeling no cold,
Lay the dead,
Among those rocks,
Out at the edge of dreams.

Agitated by the constant murmur,
Echoing every second,
Whispering into the ear,
Accompanying every action.

So still,
Of all the acts from the past,
Fading with every moment,
They lay still at the bottom.

Out in the distance,
Sun shone through,
With it came a new dawnn,
Of all things colorful

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