Blue Calm

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Blue Calm


It was the dark quiet time

so tired, by accident I 

left the television on

and I suddenly awoke to

the bright, bright light

and the very blue calm.


And it’s that very blue calm,

that, before, I’ve known a time

quite like this, like this light.

So much so that I

wonder what to

do, I cannot help but weep on


compelled by this melancholic atmosphere, on

every wall is this blue calm,

and everything has been touched to-

o, and it feels like a sad time;

something so familiar I

let the light


stream from the television, light

that feels so familiar I keep it on

and then, in the corner I

see in the blue, blue calm,

myself, in this made up time

And ask me what to

do, as she would know to

or not to turn off the light

of the television, or do what I do every time

and continue on,

to bask in the blue calm,

and within my brain I


know that probably, I

will do nothing about it, to

continue being blue calm

sad, because there is not enough light.

So I will just keep it on

And continue being sad this time.


Because I am sad most of the time.

Yet I choose to keep it on.

Because this blue light is better than no light.

Submitted: September 26, 2018

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