The day was depressed
The color of November
The tears that leaked from the sky
Were drowning the trees, omitting us to breathe
What a lovely day
To have to feel so complicated
What a lovely sick sky
To have to feel so unalive
As I walked across the fresh-cut grass
It wilted away under my feet, through my precious heartbeat
As I ran through the flamboyant meadows
The flowers whose lives all thrived
Were all scorched and burned alive
It's such an ugly day
To have to feel so radiated
What a vicious wind
To have to feel so warm within
The trees ignored me
The ghosts abhorred me
And I feel so strange
Such a lame-like feeling
It's one I can't explain
What do I have, a disease?
What did I do to make everyone leave?
And why are my fingernails bleeding?
The day dying right before my eyes
The sun was burning out of fire
The people, they ran through the village, their hair on fire
What a lovely day to live life
Pale Yellow Blotches
I wrote a memo and deleted it but it won't go away. So this is my memo now. Just ignore it please.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
