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

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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