White is the bed, the floor, the walls and door.
Red is the blood in the bag
and my cheeks from all the tears.
Green is the bottle of medication on my table,
and I glare at it in distaste.
Merry Christmas?
Not likely.
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Inspired by what some people have to go through at Christmas... And I should know...
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I've had in my head. Some have been written with prompts from @MusicalMagical and myself!
