A whole rainbow of colors
Right before my face
Right under the shudders
The worlds stillest race
Red for my blankets
Curled at mornings pace
Orange for my journal
Which I always misplace
Yellow for my skin
All thickened and dry
And green for the grass
Though I don't quite know why
Blue for the glass sitting right by my bed
And purple for the thoughts swirling all through my head
Though black is a color that hid at the end
Like I was trying to ignore it
Despite its blatant trend
It lay on my head, tied my arms, and locked my shadows
As I realized I was dreaming in these dark lonely gallows.
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Poetry made by me
PoetryAs a person that's just generally depressed all the time I write a lot of poetry, and because of this I need a place to not only dump all of it, but also got lots of praise because I'm a wench for attention, just the kind of poetry you can show your...
