Black and Blue:
Black,
Such a dark color that covers the skin of my body,
The light of my mind,
And the majority of my heart.
It haunts me in my sleep,
Taking everything I ever loved,
And putting it into the shadows of time.
Like an endless cycle,
The time just goes around in circles,
Taunting me by holding those I love just out of reach,
And surrounding me with this black darkness we call depression.
Blue,
The color of the sea,
And a beauty to the eyes.
It too covers my flesh,
Bruising at a beautiful black and blue.
Yet this blue isn't so beautiful,
For it drowns me in the deep sea,
Putting incredible pressure onto my soul,
And surrounding me with more of this darkness called depression.
Constantly trying to breathe,
To swim my way out of this entanglement of chains,
But the chains cannot be broken,
For I am a mere girl just learning how to swim.
Black and Blue,
The beauty of a bruise.
So tell me,
Why must these colors of beauty and glamor taunt me as they do?
Why do they drown me in the pitch darkness of the sea?
Why do they make me feel,
Like some useless
Nothing?
Maybe because I am a mere mortal,
Trying to fight the strength of the gods,
With no help to be seen,
And no allies to lean on.
Lost and broken I will stay,
Constantly drowning in this forever cycle of pain.
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Broken Poetry
ПоэзияJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
