Anon Umus Poet Free verse

Orange Heat

I tried,
Poured in heart and soul,
Swung for the fences,
Chased the dream
With everything inside.
(And then some.)

Thud.
Strike out.
Guess you could say I failed.
No, I’ll say it: I failed.

It scorched me,
This failure,
Blue-hot,
A royal-blue inferno.

But the blue began
Receding into red,
Where for a day 
It lingered 
Before the failure settled
On its present shade of orange.

Oh, it’s still hot,
Don’t worry:
There’s no Hallmark card here.
But you know what?
It’s a charming color,
Orange.

I think 
I’ll stay here awhile,
Stoke the flames,
And save this hue.

I’ll make a torch with it,
To find my way out
Of this dark,
And light a different fire.

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