araynon

Time for another poem:

Mourning grass (The light in my eyes see)

Yellow was the color of my eyes, just like the sunspots that dried them
Brown was the color of my hair, just like the dirt you threw me in
Red were the scars, like the blood that flows freely from my veins
Black is the color of my soul, like the painted nothingness of a lightless night sky
Grey were the clouds, grey will be my color forever, no linings
Rain drops that fall, have no color or it would be mine also
Why can't it be perfect, perfectly numb?
Taintless seedling grow in my woods, green was the color of the leaves
Green like freshly printed money, leaves are my money
Fruit bearing trees give me life, to sustain, I will prevail
Why are you denying me what is mine, you have no right
Blue was the color of the river that flowed through my world
Just like the mood I was in
As I walked my world, my feet left no impressions
Am I really here, if I wasn't, where in the hell was I?
Maybe I was in hell
Did the devil take you away?
Your hair was the color of dewdrops that cling to the mourning grass
Your skin was the color of mountain top snow peaks
Your eyes were the color of the sky, right before the sun sets
Why do I miss you so?
Maybe because I'm lost in this world without you
Why do I need you so?
Everyone needs someplace that they can call home