My emotions are tangled
like a knot of barbed wire,
unable to free
from tension and despair.
There is no outlet!
Violence is not my nature,
and I am much too exhausted to cry.
Society will not allow one
to stand in an open space
and vocalize to the heavens
I am closed tight.
TRAPPED.
On a rainy day
with the sky
green with calmness;
silently threatening,
and raindrops
rolling
down
our
faces
like tears,
We walked together
splashing happiness,
thinking that we were in love.
And smiling.
Unaware.
That we were.
Not.
You were like a red silky rose
Closed with shyness;
Bold in color.
You blossomed
To show me the golden beauty
Of the inner you
Still wet with the dew
Of kindness.
And just as quickly as you blossomed,
You quickly faded.
Your color turned to brown.
You were no longer soft,
But crumbled
Between my fingertips.
With a symphony of shouting
And the memories of whispers
You slowly and discreetly
Fell from my hands
Into a soft,powdery dust-
Dappled upon my mood
Are the stains
Of indigo
Fading away;
Only the memory remains
Of the beauty that once was.
You were like a precious stone
Whose color changed with indifference
Unsure I was
Of your color
For you contained
Many
Speckled with change
You became whole
Only at times
Of sunlight.
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