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The cold pierces my skin
Taking knives to my bones
Digging deeper and deeper
Until I can't feel anymore.

But I can't go home.

The rain soaks through my clothes
Leaving patches of eternal cold
Extinguishing the final wisps
Of the fire in my heart.

But I can't go home.

Maybe it would be easier
To take put a gun to my head
To line my throat with cyanide
To quell this neverending torture.

Because I can't go home.

But I have no choice
Than to preserve part of myself
To regulate my body heat
To live a little more.

I don't want to die alone.
The girl was red,
all fire and heart
the boy was blue,
sad from the start

time drew them close,
their worlds were collided
what came next
new colors they provided

it shone so brightly
what they painted anew
like lavender, like violet
such a deep purple hue

life became yellow
like the sand and the sun
no time for hardships
when life is so fun

settling down nicely
yellow became green
small house, three children
peaceful and serene

Green became brown
like bark on a tree
their bones grew brittle
it was harder to see

Age made them weaker, but
their love was still strong
impossible to stop
this halcyon song

Yet all turned black
with a note from a doctor
“Five months.” he’d said
this time he had locked her

They sat in still silence
not saying a word
at this mortal news
for which they’d just heard

Weeks went on
they wept in dark dyes
a song interrupted
by soft subtle cries

It was then they decided
not to end their song sung
not wade in blue shadows
but live life as young

Black shot to yellow
in the blink of an eye
they danced and they laughed
and flew through the sky

When the time came
for her to lay down to rest
it was not a sad day
it was one of the best

This symphony of colors
which he had played such a part
had flipped his world round
painted red, his blue boy’s heart

He joined her shortly
his world turned white
and nothing could dull it
as he walked into night.

— The End —