There are so many ways to express our feelings
You can whisper
You can shout
You can even sing it aloud
I used to express mine with colours
Red means mad
Blue means sad
Yellow means glad
These iridescences used to be my life
My escape and my peace hideaway
I would draw randomly
I would leave them tinct
But now the colours are fading away
Away from my grasp for freedom
What is left is just a pinch of hue
Now all I can think of is black, and white too
Now, I express myself through words
I'd write a long paragraph if I'm feeling inspired
I'd write a song if I'm feeling stressed out
And I'd write a poem if I'm feeling left out
These words and colours
are fighting for life.
And heck, I 'm happy
to call my mental being
a coward for life.
a.k
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I actually named this chapter COLOURS AND WORDS and the last paragraph (?) is a non-existance at first but then I realized that I want all the chapters to have one word (if you know what I mean) so, I added them both together and added the last paragraph to complement the title better.
YOU ARE READING
Surviving
PoetryDrowning in my thoughts Left with a scarred heart Abandoned by everything Abandoned by love Crashing into reality While my soul hits tragedy And my mind is still in the seven seas Thinking why you left a.k +++ This is my first time doing poetry. So...
