Blue

by Sunshine   Jun 10, 2020


Dusty walls;
clouds of thoughts
and lack of sleep
are fogging the room.

As the slow nights fold,
they swallow along
fierce groans rising in the deep.

Then I forget the track of time
and it forgets me too.

But all I think of,
why is this ceiling so sad,
and why so blue?

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  • 3 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    A simple image of a blue ceiling that unfolds in its complexity to represent the feeling and atmosphere of trying to find clarity in the blue, in the tangle of thoughts. And all you want is a breath of something new perhaps, a separation from being lost in this blue, in the sadness, in the passing of time that is no longer documented or appreciated or able to molded.

    So glad you can share your thoughts on here, Rania, always enjoy reading <3

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