Blue

Tue, 01/10/2017 - 15:49 -- meggj18

Life revolves around it.

It controls with its icy gaze;

Or perhaps, with its summer haze.

It comes at once, one single hit.

 

In the eyes, drinking in the sky.

They stare into mine,

And suddenly, I can’t walk a straight line.

On the ground I lie.

 

Then, it promises passion.

The clouds roll in overhead

My feet are lead,

The storm slows my reaction.

 

The blue is gone,

The grey is left,

But in my heart lies a cleft.

I’ll seal it with the coming dawn.

 

I wander, not completely whole,

Left alone in the dismal shower.

Again it leaves with crippling power,

My ocean, my sky, my soul.

 

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