I'm tired
Of the colors we wear
Every month
No- tired of the reason we wear colors every month
I'm tired of saying empty words and stumbling smiles
And thick-tongued apologies
For problems we didn't cause
And can't solve
I'm exhausted by hospitals
And tears shed
and pages on Facebook proclaiming
But never meaning
Young lives turned old
Dreams sterilized or temporarily paralyzed
If not stopped forever,
Paused long enough
To seem not worthy of pressing play
I don't want to need to buy yellow, pink, purple, brown, orange bracelets anymore
CITEȘTI
Songs of the Soul
ŞiirSimilar to one of my previous stories because it is about life, but different because this is poetry. Sort of.
