Paint me

Paint me
in a shade of grey
for i could never make out
between right and wrong, as defined.

Paint me
in a shade of black
to hide my withered heart
that's coming apart at the seams.

Paint me
in a shade of red
for the soul which once was
alive, vibrant, replete with hopes of joy.

Paint me
in a shade of white
to let my innards escape
the pain that it can no longer take.

Paint me
in a shade of 'none'
to give out the ounce of love
still left behind in the castles once built. 

Paint me
with a stroke of your deft touch
as i am, like me
tell me, what do you see...

 

Reviews

[Cherrie]

Colors are a true extension of our mood like your poem some days we hide behind that feeling and on others like a mask we wear what is its polar opposite, either way it fills up our pallet. Your poem has a smooth flow and you take the reader on a journey each step of the way. This was wonderfully done.

[the_stoic]

thank you so much for stopping by mam !

[Sakshi]

Love this one... the emotions attached with each color!

[the_stoic]

thanks for the read !

[Leigh]

Yes I like the idea of this - great write, truly

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the use of paint to make your point. Colors do reflex our emotion and desires. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Tate Morgan]

We do ascribe colors and sounds and smells to one anothers emotions.They seem to tweak each other dont they

[the_stoic]

yes they really do ~

[Allycat]

I really love this poem!
"Paint me
in a shade of grey
for i could never make out
between right and wrong, as defined"

Great job!

[the_stoic]

glad that you liked my write.. thank you for stopping by :)