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.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert