Hues of June 25a - Buried Maud
Gray.
I am gray.
Like a rock.
Which entombs me.
Walls.
There are walls.
Made of rock.
Which compress me.
Rough.
They are rough.
Rough like rock.
Which erodes me.
Tight.
It is tight.
Held in rock.
Which cocoons me.
Gray.
I am gray.
Like a rock.
Which I am.