Blue
It has become a struggle to breathe;
the oxygen turns to blue, filtered by
Drunken, hairy nostrils
Blue like sad
Blue like cold
Blue like the music.
Trying harder, means
please me.
The sky is light blue,
For the blanket of sadness
That all us share.
Breathe out, smokey regret
Breathe out exasperated fatigue.
Blue, it's so blue, that
the ocean's reflected sky
Says it's okay; soon, when you leave,
The water will been green,
And blue will revert to being
Primary, again.
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