Missing Colors

A Poem by Sky

And then the
rain falls again
And the fog
rises in my head
And I am weighed down,
soaked in the rain
And the gray
creeps across my skin
And I look at myself
and weep for my missing colors.

© 2017 Sky

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Annette Pisano-Higley

I loved this. Dark and haunting. Creates a mood with vivid imagery. Love "weep for my missing colors" So poignant and well-written.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Sky

Canandaigua, NY

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I am an 18-year-old in her first year of college, I've been writing for most of my life and will probably never stop. I also love art and hope to be a graphic designer someday. My top three favorite .. more..