Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Just one color

With colors of rage
I paint the day
And then embrace 
The dark of the night

I see you stare 
And walk away
You'd never understand
Why I feel this way

With a soft whisper
And a cold kiss
With a warm hug
The oldest fix

A new color
Makes its way
Brighter and bolder
Than any other shade

It dulls the rage
It kills the fear
It paints a new dream
This one color

5 comments:

Anna K. Stewart said...

A warm hug is the oldest fix. Curious who the "you" is that walks away. :-( But there is a peace at the end of this poem that is very nice...peace found in self? In self-acceptance? Self hug? I like it. :-)

Eden "Kymele" Mabee said...

The contrast of the cold kiss with the warm hug is powerful. Such a sense of distance between the too.

And I like that it's hard to tell who walks away. Both possibilities work well.

payal agarwal said...

You've painted so many emotions in this poem, and I love the way it ends..in a peaceful way.:)

Fifi Islaih said...

This is amazing, thank you!

AshenGlow said...

Hmm.. shall i choose one? Red, maybe? ;)