Confused Colours

Painting a vivid landscape about grief and loss. All the confusion that comes with the pain of moving from a place of beauty to a place of horror. A different view of a the same beautiful place.

Petals�"blue and yellow�"quiver as I cry,
while the bright sun burns every piece of us away.
Colours shimmer, then fade:
Brown bushes shed leaves on dry, tired grass,
ants working quietly beneath brittle memories.
A few green leaves hang on, as I hang on to you�"
even as some drift down, surrendering to the wind.
The sweet wind flutes a lonely song;
colours and memories swirl to its tune.
June edges into July, clouds stretched pale and thin.
Blue sky presses down, earth blushed pink and ringed with thorns.
I hesitate, nowhere safe to step�"
mambas and cobras lurking,
my fear coiling in the undergrowth.
Blood drips heavy and dark,
tears stain the ground,
my eyes burn red�"
because today, you are gone.

Author's Note

Open and honest.

Reviews

[Ayesha Faiz]

Your poem feels raw, vivid, and deeply emotional like grief painted in color and nature. The imagery is so strong like.... I could almost feel the dry grass, see the trembling petals, and hear that haunting wind. There’s this quiet strength in the way you hold on, even as everything around you is falling apart. It’s not just beautiful it’s brave. You’ve really captured that aching space between love and loss in such a gentle and honest way. I really do hope that you're doing all better though... Life is like this, sometimes your happy and sometimes you're not but you just have to go with it and enjoy life because why not? Always keep smiling and stay blessed.
-Ayesha

[Neha agrawal]

The pain is quiet, but it runs deep like the colours fading, like the wind carrying what was. I’m so sorry you’re feeling this loss. You wrote it with such honesty... and love.

[Near]

Thank you. It was a pretty dark time. I'm glad you noticed.