Blue Again

  Blue skin painted again.

Falling to me, away from then.

Molted, torn, breath, hold thin.

Blue blood, born this, prove it.

No more flying away from me.

This time your eyes burn thee.

Your heart bleed out, your blue pain free out.

 

  Figure distant, cold touch, hand up.

Reaching bottum, screaming, name, shout.
Dig yourself up, cralling, over, fallout.

Listen pleeding, futile fleeting.

Real me inside, outside just a hide, your selfdisgrace.

Take away the falling pace, stare into eternal spce.

 

  Carefull mistake, never this fake.

Holding by a thread, pray before you're dead.

Nothing no-more, broken two four.

Prize out, pride in, no more, free sin.

  Is there anything I can do to get this simple message through to you?

Do I have to scream into your ears, untill you breath in all your fears?

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Heavy on the heart this one is.

[Ripple of Aqua]

There is disdain here, along with a mangled picture of a helpless form. I don't know what to feel about this. More sadden or more helpless?

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Good poem my friend, that feeling of being out in the cold within that blue.