It Was Yellow

Mon, 07/31/2017 - 00:35 -- MARs

I realized, as the world before me was bathed in yellow and orange sunlight,

that I have been cold.

It is warm and homey and yet, I am cold. In my bones there's a sickening chill,

a horrifying frigid feeling that I can't escape.

Yet, in this moment, and in moments like it, it becomes bearable.

I'm suddenly enveloped in this promise of warmer days, of a warmer life.

Of a warmer me.

The light travels over the trees and the street, stretching past any hate my heart

could summon. Suddenly I'm warm. I look forward to days like this, when the

coldness edges away.

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

remember when the sun rises, it rejuvenates life

when the sun sets, it's calmer

whatever you do, make sure that your heart is fill with Love, happiness, and Faith

you are the sun that shines

great poem

MARs

Thank you very much!

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