Color Me Undead

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Contently Deranged Travelers
A poem about wishing the pain back after becoming numb from the storm's waves.

Submitted: April 29, 2017

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Submitted: April 29, 2017

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COLOR ME UNDEAD

 

Sunshine is a false friend.

The weather never stays the same inside this hurricane:

Sky’s grey, then blue, then white;

There’s sun and then it rains.

I just never know when it’s safe to rest.

I gotta keep on the move

Always, even when I lose my groove.

 

Paint me, pain,

For I am a canvas

And I’ve been blank for too long now.

 

The ground isn’t very stable.

I keep falling in these muddy puddles.

They take away my colors; leave me numb.

Mean cycle; recycle…

Mom, rock me back to my cradle.

Sunshine is a false friend,

The storm it never ends!

 

Paint me, pain.

Paint me again,

Over and over again.

Give me a face.

Give me hard times.

And, please, leave a trace.

 

Weather forecast calls for the peeling of my soul.

Layer by layer I melt away

Under the merciless waves

Of this self-perpetuated hell.

Acid rains devour my core.

I barely bleed as I lose my skin.

Colorless; colorblind; who am I?

 

Paint me, pain.

Help me be again.

Show me I’m alive,

Not living in vain!

Show me who I am!

Show me that I can

Be more than a stain…

 

There’s still blood in these veins

And strength in these legs.

 

And next time,

When it rains,

Come back faster to me, friend,

And paint me sane & chained!

Color me undead;


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