This poem is written for my grandfather, who, in his time was a strong man with a zest for life.
P.S: he loved to draw... so thats why the poem is one big painting metaphor. Hope u all like it. =)
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With A red orb is where life starts
Creating colors of love and happiness
Slowly your world broadens
Yellow & Orange, blend in.
With each passing year
A smidgen of green appears
Along with a splash of fresh cool blue
Painting in different shades with age anew
Suddenly black settles in as a patch
Raining down as droplets you cant catch
The colors fade and eventually vanish
Under the heavy weight of each black blemish
The memories that lay in a single conform
Now disarray and burn , taking a dark new form
Each speck of these ashes say
Gone are those cheerful, sunny days
Time heals all wounds...
What heals the scars left behind?
This negativity is your own formation
Bringing life to complete destruction
Don't let these clouds of darkness overcast
Find the silver lining and bury it in the past
Though the storm cleared the rainbow & left its imprint
Its gone now, away and distant
Pick the pieces that made you you
The sun will shine back,evaporating the black dew...
By,
MiaCat
