Fading Rainbow

We are happiness stalkers. Dreams vs bitter reality. Try not to die.

Paint my face, try not to miss
the smile attempt I've been rehearsing for years.
I want to catch a soul and
Look touch and mend the damage instead of
Feeling it, so deeply.

Suffocated by my own breathe -
Tropical holocaust
While the words are a petal
The mind is the blood
And the thorn.
Confusion, colours of the rainbow.
We know for a fact -
grace only comes after storm

Your dreams are wet - they've got a cold
Dreams, disease
Oh the fool never knows.

Reviews

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

interesting...not sure i understand it though! :)
some very striking lines in here though...perhaps you should 'dumb it down' a little for the denser minds out here?lol...no, i think it's a bit disjointed and ambiguous...maybe that's what you were going for?
thanks for sharing!

[Angela]

Grace only comes after the storm. A beautiful telling line. It makes the poem, Karina, and leaps out and catches me.

[KAREN]

You painted a colorful picture! Love the last stanza!