Stained

June 25, 2010
By MaketheFlame GOLD, Queens Village, New York
MaketheFlame GOLD, Queens Village, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Like an angel with two broken wings. Reach for the sky again. Like the devil, meant for better things. I will find my place on high"


As waves pass through my bones and blood
As strips of color pass me by
When I try to catch them
Run away
When I try to grab them
Slip away

These stains of color on my hands
The remnants of them keeping quite
Leeching through my skin and to my brain
Since then I have never
Been the same

Stained with splotches spread throughout my skin
Inconsistencies that signal them
Color blind
They see it black and grey
And I knew since then
I could not stay


The author's comments:
About being different, taking a different path, seeing color

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ecofreak said...
on Aug. 22 2010 at 9:25 pm
This poem makes me feel like a rainbow! Love the last two stanzas.


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