Neglected yellow warmth,

light holds a silent whisper,

dying it turns to a blue cold,

howling bite.

…

Wounded time, bleeds moments,

until opportunity dies.

Words scratched in dirt,

lost in a breeze.

…

The same story, regurgitates,

upon life’s stage.

Black curtains fall, upon

all of living things.

…

Stage lights spill colored light,

on blind performers,

the eternal audience,

waits to hand out flowers,

some are yellow

and some are blue.

…

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert