Colour

Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it

My color,
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell


I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent

Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose

It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach

Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away


Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light

Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back

Author's Note

Hello everyone, my apologies if the format is hard to read or just looks weird, for the last few months, I haven't had access to a laptop or desktop computer, and have had to publish poems on my phone. The formatting is horrid, I can never tell if my work will come out the way that I want it.
If anyone knows of a good formatting app that they use to do their work, please send me a message about it, I'd very much appreciate it.

Reviews

[Wild Rose]

I know the problem > not of being able to format
Just a problem of looking after a person with mobility probs
Half way through writing she requires help
When I return the thoughts are gone

I hope your colour returns > Are you invisible _ just entered my mind
How do we see you > Oh that's you in black
You must look like a Muslim lady > Could they also be invisible > Never though of that

Tara for now Emo - Black cat

[Alao Taiwo]

blue is not really out of reach. of course, blue with a touch of silver lining. great poem. welldone. i will come back to this again.

[Onlyme]

When depression takes the colour out of your world and you. It steals your heart and soul. And takes your spirit too. It's so hard to see the real beauty around you. It seems to change you As you said. To where all is dark and drab and colourless. And you feel you are not even being seen in the real world by life and fellow human beings and living anymore. I do hope you have got your colour back.

[The Iron Horseman]

'Silver, blue and gold,
Is the color of the sky, I'm told.' - Bad Company
Beautifully done, little cat. Colors can be so emotive, and you have captured that very well.

[barleygirl]

Don't worry about your formatting. It looks fine. Many post short lines & I assume they must be working on a phone. I don't know how you do it & I'm impressed that you can get this out without the ability to cut & paste & drag & move! So, about your poem: I LOVE IT! I love the way you use color to represent aspects of oneself that aren't normally described using colors. I love to see fresh combinations in writing like this. There are some startling meaningful revelations hiding in your seemingly playful rant . . . like seeing one's own color in the clouds or saying depression is color becuz it can't be reached. I've always felt that my own childhood abuse caused parts of me to become broken off & lost. But thinking of it as losing my color seems even more expressive of what this can feel like (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lavi]

Afraid I don't know a good formatting app (I didn't even know there was such a thing) but I have belief you will find one that works for you all the same, and even if not, you're writing is as intriguing as it were before. I also find that depression isn't black to be entirely true. If anything, people prefer black because it makes the colors stand out all the more. And the one color you've lost and loved the most? Well... perhaps this is why my favorite colors and my colors in general are changing and mixing all the more.

This poem, I love the way if flowed with each line and rhyme so well. The visual of colors you described and images provided to help see it was written and expressed so well. It's something different than is normally seen and it stands out as much as it gets the reader thinking. Relating.

[wordman]

black and gray,i hope just for a day

[Ted Kniffen]

Well done Emo, you touched on the idea of depression perfectly. The bursts of colour can be intrusive when you're feeling depressed.
I'm not sure if the different spelling of 'colour' between the title and the body of the poem was intentional,
but I hope so.
After the title, the only thing missing in color, was U.
A good write Emo.

[Maxwell Ryder]

I have the same problems on my phone. You are right, just so many more options by PC and laptop.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared my friend. The words dance perfectly and you made me smile. I liked the flow of thoughts leading to the strong ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote