Two Worlds.

Two worlds fought and brushed each 

until one disappeared completely 

but once upon a time, they were two strong kingdoms with both king and queen 

One was blue and one was orange 

Like the end of the horizon 

The blue bruised the orange 

But it came first and the other ended with a smile like a summers evening.

Two worlds diverged into two roads 

I had to travel one, the one with the most colours. 

Blue is my colour but orange is my sky.

And maybe blue is my night. 

When a world disappears what do you call it?

I call it abandonment 

but I can also call it home. 

I lost some memories of the world I once knew, but it comes to me in déjà vu 

and at times I day dream and I get lost and never find my way. 

Feelings of those who raised me disappear like the two worlds I once called home. 

Author's Note

This poem is probably hard to interpret. And everyone might have their own interpretation but i would like to know what your interpretations are :)...

Reviews

[Roger Turgeon]

I think I would add the word "other" to the last line. It does ramble a bit. I think your choice of the road with the most color will be the right choice.

[La Luna]

Thank you, glad you stopped by :)

[Goat]

Nice write, i like your idea of letting the reader interpret it. It should generate a lot of interesting reviews! To me it sounds like two parents getting a divorce, and having to choose which one to live with,

[La Luna]

Thank you, and I like your interpretation of this poem :)

[A. Amos]

This is one interesting write, and the end was essence of your deep and meaninful poetry. Simply brilliant

[La Luna]

Thank you very much. I'm glad you found it interesting :)

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome