Friday, August 21, 2015

Colors Confined Inside

Colors Confined Inside

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

Yellow ... the morning.

Yes new.

Slowly creeps to orange
in meager attempts
to push through.

Flaming Autumns into Winters.
Frigid Winters into Spring.

Wishing to skip Summers
turning sunny days blue.

Green heats my cage.
Purple my bitter hue

when slapping at unhappiness
as loneliness grew wicked too.

Pink is like a promise
floating sparkles
to a star-filled sky.

Yet violet bursts the bubble.

And black

"I want to die."

Please return to me yellow.

Silence this:
my angry

Seah Greenhorn: