Flannel Grey Death
1978 - Boarding school - The day I started to die.
Grey flannel blazer, grey stone walls,
Under a cold grey sky.
Grey skinned strangers speaking grey words -
Long bleak and lonely,
I served out those terms.
No good return, on all their finances invested,
But they’d made me by then,
The image of all I’d rejected.
Just tweaking;)
To be read after my other poem; 'He'd wink at me.' ;)
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