The colors of sadness

They say that sadness comes
only for those who understand.

I understand
why my thoughts feel so wet
when I wake up every morning…
it’s raining in my mind,
with hopes of sunshine and dreams of rainbows.

I understand
why my winter tastes so sweet,
with minty shades of darkness
and distant echoes of things that never happened.

I understand
why I never look at the one in the mirror…
I’m trapped between myself and me,
searching for nothing.

I understand
why I stand still
while the world is spinning with the speed of light…
I need time to find a way out,
I need time to understand
why I don’t want to escape.

But I say sadness has a purple sound,
like a star falling down
into the ocean of a heart’s wish...

It is the profound voice
of a mute flavor of innocence,
the sparkling feeling of old memories
over the tips of my fingers ...
the cloudy shades of the sky
that finds my eyes always waiting.

I understand
the colors of my life.
and I embrace this sadness,
for I would never have felt the scent of happiness.

O.

Author's Note

First try on writing in English.

Reviews

[MachinaWriter]

A very interesting read. I love how you use descriptive language like "scent of happiness" and "mute flavor of innocence". Especially the part where you say sadness has a purple sound. These combinations of colors, feelings, smells and emotions seem to translate that sadness and feelings bridge the gap between our senses. A very well written poem, thank you for sharing it ^^

[Oana Zwann]

Thank you for taking the time to read it and for your kind words.