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Colour Of My Mind.Inside my head are thoughts so deep, Been there for so long, but sometimes they creep. Creep to the surface and shock my mind, For discontentment reigns, hurt I find. One day the colour inside my head…. Could be so dark, make me live in dread! Other times not so, the opposite that's true, They are the days that I safely sail through. And often the colours inside my mind, Make it hard for me for peace to find. Foreboding thoughts, colours so deep, Into my sub-consciousness once more they creep. I leave them there, hidden away… Knowing once more they will surface and stay… Stay there for as long as I allow them to… While striving for what it is that I need to do! I need to release them, and set them free… So I can again, be the way I should be. I should be happy and content that's true, But just for now, I'm feeling a little sad and blue. Do I know why? Do I understand? How anyone's hurt can get so out of hand! No, I don't, so suffice to say… I shall fight this battle, and have colours bright one day. Because It's The Right Thing To Do! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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