A little light that gloomed,
In the corner of my room.
The color of a child,
A new soul that was blue.
Blue,
Sad are you.
Because nobody loves,
But wants to hurt you.
Why can't peace arrive?
If only you could return to your sky.
Oh child,
Let me clean your tears.
Hold what I have accidently created,
Which is you.
A little light that gloomed,
In the corner of my room.
YOU ARE READING
Gloom Blue
PoetryCan emotions develop into creatures? If so, the souls created with sadness we must implore.