The grass is green
It’s a comfy place to lay
But my head hurts
As I squint my brown and red eyes I see faint hints of blue and white
I guess it’s the sky
As I roll over I see my shirt covered with burgundy
I guess it’s dried blood
Where am I?
All these colors surround me
I’m lost
Dried tears still linger on my face
I can still feel my heart but don’t get the same feeling these colors give me
It must be black
Very imagery, i thought you are dying is that whats happening? It gives like a nice feeling, like what happened, leaves you clueless, greatjobbbb. a different approach from other poems ive read.
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive - painted a detailed picture. Creative!
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