Dark and dingy, hopeless and heartbroken
A mass of muscles pumping blood
That was shattered. Life had been stopped.
Meaningless, resourceless, nonresponsive
To every hope, every sunshine
The withering away of the soul slowly
Like a flower crushed by cruel feet against the cold granite
A quick shooing away, a cold goodbye
Sufficed to break the slowly healing heart
Shredding the slowly rekindling hopes again
A promise to self to never let them in-none of them
Who gave you a hard time and mocked you
Over and over and over till you laughed at yourself, while crying inside.
‘You bitch,’ said they. ‘Yes?’ whimpered you.
‘We don’t care about you at all,’ said they. ‘Nor I,’ said you.
You let them in, after six years, reluctantly
And they made you feel good, those popular kids.
And suddenly, they withdrew love
Shattering you again, while you defended yourself, like always.
All alone against the rest of the world.
The world is black, not grey.
The good executed, the just murdered in their sleep
And you fight on- a battle of your own
Not letting anyone in again. Till they make you believe in love again
And then stop, as you whirlwind back to the start
Broken, empty, soulless, black.
Because it’s NaPoWriMo, another Poetry Challenge based on the theme colour.
The Colour Challenge: A week of original poetry based on seven colours.
(I’m extending the challenge by trying to tell a story through the seven colours. Don’t know if it’ll work out though.:P)
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