The color of orange

by Ya----Na   Nov 8, 2018


Often,
what I write on the paper is a letter
to the heaven,
a prayer from a non-believer and
a request for you to become the providence.

Believe me,
I am not a curse.
I am an art which comes out of
the brush of pain
one draws from the palette of heartaches.

I am tired of
reborn every morning as a prince of darkness
to wear the black crown of depression,
and my body can endure arrows of anxiety
but not an image of bad personage
built in your mind.

Would you become the providence
and kiss the devil inside my soul to free it
from the cage of dilemma and this tinder life?

Because
now I want to be the color of orange,
one could see in your eyes during the sunsets
on Galway Bay in Ireland.

And my poems,
they are just the tiny droplets of a cloud
you left in my heart to burst.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    Congratulations on your front page win! This truly is beautiful.

  • 1 month ago

    by Jamie

    Congrats on the win

  • 1 month ago

    by Beautiful Tragedy

    Woah.
    This is a beautifully crafted piece filled with so many emotions and I felt every single one of them as I continued to read line by line, unable to stop.
    Along with the emotions, there is an elegance to this piece that caught my attention and continues to baffle me as I have always believed that there is a weird beauty to pain and heartbreak, and you captured that image PERFECTLY here.
    Great work!

    • 1 month ago

      by Ya----Na

      And you captured the feelings of my heart perfectly. Thank you, BT

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