Blue
Blue is how I feel
Down, down, down, depressed.
When will the sun come out?
When will I finally rest?
Blue is of the sky
swallowing me up whole.
When will my pain subside?
This I need to know.
Blue is of the ocean
where my thoughts take me each day.
When will my mind relax
and my fears will go away?
Blue is of the pen
of which I write these notes.
When will my thoughts turn bright
bringing me some hope?
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