Blue
This self imposing blue enters
my mind as a very convincing solid.
Can it be more serious
than what you suggest?
I suppose so, because it feels
like carrying a load of wet towels
to the line for heat and lightness.
I once figured that I am carrying
it heavy inside my heart
How funny that it is not a rock
but a colour that wraps
around my face and smothers me.
Copyright © Martin Lochner | Year Posted 2014
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