Gray Areas

In the darkness my words are hidden
In the bright of the sun they fade into nothingness
Can you understand these marks of heavy lead?
Or do they merely cross this page
On an endless track to oblivion?
My arm knots in an attempt
To loose the knot in my throat
But is it all in vain?
What will these words cause?
Will a life be touched?
Will a heart be mended?
Will a salty tear roll from any cheek but mine?
The lighting is perfect now
The words are clear
They have meaning
They have soul
But what’s the forecast for tomorrow?