Colour.

 

Her life had been drained of colour;

Meaning.

Nothing mattered anymore,

Now that he was gone.

She could barely move.

Each breath she took hurt;

Reminded her of him.

Author's Note

Critique?

Reviews

[tomboy]

You could have added in something about everything she saw, did, reminded her of him, and the title could have been a little better in conveying the theme of the story, but other than that an excellent job. Keep writing.

[Jetta Zippora]

My advice: Keep climbing. You're nearing the pinnacle of emotion and power in your poetry, and are one of the most talented poets I've seen. Great write! I love your work! :)

[Violet Rose]

The breath part didn't seem to fit the title, though it did help get the theme across to the readers. Again, great poem.

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