Graffiti

Graffiti

Red—Listening to my drunken step-father yell

Being so angry, but having no one to tell

 

Yellow—being too afraid to runaway

Who would I go to, where would I stay

 

Green—Watching perfect families with perfect smiles

So carefree, why was I given these trials

 

Blue—The sadness, a deep well

The story I can’t tell

 

White—the emptiness of my life

The pain of the knife

 

Black—a dark cloud’s snare

A waking nightmare

 

Colors—swirling deep inside

Let me know I’m still alive

 

Colors—burning bright

In shadow and streetlight

 

Colors—my story at last told

My fear gone, finally bold

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26 thoughts on “Graffiti

    1. I think anything artistic, whether painting or drawing, or writing, or music helps heal our broken spirits. It makes us feel alive again, and I tried to capture that in my poem. Glad you liked it!

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  1. Wow! This is amazing imagery of the power/meaning of colors. Honestly, you’ve written some of the finest works on your blog, and it never ceases to inspire me. Thank you. 🙂

    Jazzy

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