Blue
Blue calm, blue relaxed
Sea-blue, clear blue skies
Feeling blue, blues music
His blue eyes.
When did blue turn purple?
Feel bruised, hurt, sore
Purple of a whore's dress
Purple echoes of a slammed door.
Why did purple turn black?
Leaden, stifling black fear
Can anyone hear me?
Am I still here?
Now I stand on the edge
And I hear them call-
In the distance, blue voices
Growing loud as I fall.
Copyright © Alison Dey | Year Posted 2008
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