Darkened Heart
His colours are usually red
Which stands for brotherhood
White which stands for purity and honesty
Blue which stands for love and good luck
However when I saw him recently
His colours had changed
They pierced my eye sight and hurt my pride
His colour had become a terrible nightmare to me
The colours were black
For a darkened hurt inside him
He was grey the colour of a turning
Storm ready to explode in my face
It was also yellow in his face
Like a bomb just exploded and left
In its wake a heap of burning debris
I did not expect to find a mysterious friend
Turned into a real monkey
Into an enemy
Into a fool
He was no more.
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