January 2014
As you watch me
The colours come forward.
Deep crimson,
Evil and dripping and spreading,
Fathomless black,
Consuming and bold and bottomless,
Sandy yellow,
Fading and shrivelling and leaving,
Lost blue,
Lurking and cold and encompassing,
But green,
Blossoming and growing and fighting.
Keep fighting
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poems
PoetrySome personal writing that I've been keeping in a poem diary of sorts. I thought I would share.
