Walls of Blue

I'm painting my walls blue,
not for the color of the sky,
because this place is a prison,
not somewhere to fly...
but for the way that I feel,
because I know I'll have to say goodbye.

I turned my back on the sun,
covering the walls in black tape,
because a world without rainbows,
is a world without love.
I don't shed tears anymore,
the point is muddled away,
they don't tell truth from lore.

I place a chair in the center,
but I can't sit down,
instead I pace and admire,
the only world that I've known.
I'm comforted by the fog again,
as it all, sets... right... back... in.

I clean the puddles on the floor,
mopping away tears of a wretched past,
I have far too much to do...
as I take another brush to the walls,
did I tell you why I chose the color blue?
If I have to live inside these walls again,
I could keep with me these memories, however few,
I could keep with me the color of your eyes,
and the memories of you.  

Reviews

[Neon]

Well penned piece .. it's a true piece of love. I loved this poem, i liked your great theme how you related the world with the love .. the rainbow with the color of love .. and the beauty of eyes with memories of love. What a wonderful poem i've read in a day. Beautiful Artistry.

[Aramey]

Thank you for your kind words and for stopping in to read. I'm very glad you enjoyed this piece.

[Everett DeValle]

Beautifully penned, Aramey...I really your deep introspection and your will to move on...nicely done.

[Aramey]

Thank you Ev :) I'm glad you enjoyed this piece. You've been there through it all, experiencing it through blips of feelings.

[Everett DeValle]

It was beautifully written...you are very welcome, Aramey...I Thank you for sharing yourself in your poetic verse.