Zoe – For Colors
DEEP BLACK
Black is the dark
Which seems impenetrable
On nights when all you have
Are your own thoughts
Black is the shade
Cast by yourself
When you peer down
From the second story
Black is the deep
That holds the unknown
And all
That we fear
Black is the dark in which
We all fall asleep
BURNING RED
Roses used to fall from their lips
Now all that fall are thorns
And when they talk
They only see in blinding red
Not the sweet red of a new dawn
But of something deeper
Burning them up inside
And whereas they used to keep each other’s fire lit
They now only seek to smother each other out
It is not a pretty red
But it’s just as consuming
As before
BLUE HAIKU
The dark waves thundered
Beckoning me towards their dance
I stayed on the beach
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