Bi-Motional

Emotion pulses through me. So quickly changing and morphing into different colors. Red for the anger, Drawing warm venom through my veins, Beating in my skull, Choking my breath and throat and knotting my stomach. And, like a lightning strike, It's gone. Black replaces the red As depression weaves throughout my mind. It harasses my eyes, filling them with wet tears, And it sickens my stomach And numbs inspiration so that writing is smothered. My figure shakes weakly As my energy is wasted and drained; I can feel Hear Taste My heart beating. Rising in my throat. My breathing slows. Gone is depression. The white color. Where I paint all my thoughts. Every sadness Anger Happiness Is painted on the white. Pink, my joy, is barely present now. Colored over with black and red, My happiness... Is losing. Like a smile on my face, Happiness is gone.