Poisoned Paint

This poem is directed to the victims of the hateful terrorism and extremism






I remember my colorful childhood 
Black,white, yellow and red
In one peaceful living painting 
We were so perfectly colored 

Then,came dark days 
In Inattention of colors
A demon hidden in a religious paint
Holding poisoned brushes  
And disguised in a costume of a saint

at night,in the absence of all
In our paint he drilled a hole
And a crack happened in the paint
Colors began to seep on the wall

Now,no more colors except dark 
I pray to God to bring all colors back







Death and Dying - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Debbie Guzzi
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Jimase Avatar
June 30, 2015 at 5:47 PM
I can surely relate. I like this.
Poet Avatar
July 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM
Thanks for dropping by and reading my poem
Masoud Avatar
June 30, 2015 at 8:05 AM
Oh so bad...what a colorless world!
Poet Avatar
July 1, 2015 at 11:52 AM
Yeah. But I have faith in a better world to live in if we united together against the evil
Lamoureux Avatar
June 27, 2015 at 7:28 AM
I am impressed, this is an exceptional piece. 7 all the way!
Poet Avatar
June 27, 2015 at 11:53 AM
Thanks I just write what I feel And your support is something I will never forget
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