Scott Covington - An Olive Gray

JUST THE SITE OF HER BLACK HAIR FLOWING SOFTLY BEHIND-

FOOTSTEPS GAINED MY ATTENTION FIRST-

BOLD YET GRACEFUL-

LIKE A SWAN FLOATING ACROSS A POND-

TAKING PRISONERS AS HEADS TURN-

MY HEART STOPPED AND TACKY PALMS-

AN EVIL GLANCE IS NOT MEANT TO BE-

NOR A COLD SMILE-

IT'S HOW IT IS IN THE MIND OF MINE-

ARMS STRAPPED AND LEGS TOO-

BOUND AND GAGGED AGAIN IN THIS CHAIR I'M FORMED TOO-

SAY SOMETHING-

DO SOMETHING-

ANYTHING-

BREAK THE CHAINS THAT HOLD ME BACK-

FOR SHE WITH THE BLACK HAIR FLOWING-

HAS STOPPED THE HEART FROM MY BEATEN PATH.

Scott Covington

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-olive-gray/