It is the color of my night
The color that surrounds me
As I drift off to sleep
The colors after rain
The colors of the rising and setting sun
It is a cool color
It is a warm color
It is the color of love
The color of light
This is not my favorite color.
My favorite color is the cold
The feeling you get when alone
The emptiness that encompasses a lonely soul
The creeping fear clutching a broken heart
The emotion that causes tears
The sensation of fading away every second
I breathe in and breathe out
I wear my favorite color
My favorite color is the internal war
Raging on, ceasefire undecided
A constant fight, neverending
My favorite color is closing my eyes
The flashes of light turned to darkness
The spots edging into my vision
The depression sinking into my bones
Hidden behind a mask, my favorite color sleeps
Trapped underneath a smile, my favorite color resides
It may not be the best
But it's all I've ever known.
YOU ARE READING
Anthology of Me and other various poems
Poeziethe first 6 chapters are the original project I did my junior year of high school, the rest are other poems I wrote at varying times from then 'til now.
