A colour that makes you think, might just be anger.
The colour of anger to some, is not the same for everyone.
Red. I pity the people who live in a bubble,
that has left them isolated. With no-one to care for. Blue.
Words are their weapon and a tool to hurt.
It´s like a bruise on first impact. Purple.
Time-takes care of harmful accusations and heartlessness.
It´s a forest filled with foliage. Green.
It´s like a wound disappearing. As you continue to exist. Yellow.
Black is created
Chartreuse can become mellow
Orange changes love
I dedicate this poem to some of the unpleasant
people who I have had the misfortune of crossing
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
2 years ago