PinkA Poem by Joe GibsonI enjoy the color pink, do you?Pink All is pink. the still life salmon sky the cotton fluffed clouds navigate through the breezing wind. pink is the best color I think all is pink; every last inanimate object slowly solidifies its watery image into a pink masterpiece pink bunnies prance elegantly through the candy filled pink fields the water is a devilishly sweet pink stream of lemonade tears turn into pink gumdrops everything is always pink but then I close my eyes everything’s black. all is black the twisted silhouette of the charcoal smeared sky the lightning filled amebic clouds stumble through the howling gust black is the only color .when I see all is black every last lifeless object twines duskily into a masterpiece of dark endeavors black wolves stalk through the shady forest rustling ferociously the water is but a lake of black tears cried from the most prominent of demons tears turn into streams of grim sins when I open my eyes again the pink returns blossoming back again I haven’t slept in a week the murders have stopped since then © 2014 Joe Gibson |
StatsAuthorJoe GibsonNorth Attleboro, MAAboutInspired by Poe, enjoy writing dark and Gothic short stories and peoms more..Writing
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