Pastel Sadness
I caught him staring at me
From the corner of my eyes
I turned to a cloud’s mist
His eyes had a grey pastel sadness
A white fog had drifted downwards
And covered his weather beaten face
A light vapour seemed to seep
Through his portrait, a sadness
That even Atlas could not lift
His misery seeped out and
Took hold of me, I looked away
But I had already painted myself
In his shades of grey, my eyes filled
Courtouring away my pain
Colours had no place here today!
7.6.22
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest Name: The Pastel
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2022
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