Modified Disaster

i knew that the
hill crested too early

 

whichever way i
descend
wind dances in my hair

 

making me inhale
exhale, sway
like a willow tree

 

sucking up

my colors

one by one

 

after drawing them
from my lips

 

and my eyes
are directed to
blades of grass

 

the swirling eye
of broken souls
surging and pefectly blue

 

-i drowned in the roar
somewhere between
red and black-

 

in case you wondered why
the sunrise had inky edges

Reviews

[Serendipity]

Oh this is so painful, "i drowned in the roar." How horrid the feeling of being lost, "of broken souls." But life is about the ups and downs. It is about the ...

"sucking up
my colors
one by one"