There are times when I’m grey, muted,
in interactions, in feelings, in cares,
passing through life like air.
There are times when I’m yellow, cheerful,
known to be smiling, known to be kind
helping others at any time.
At least until they get close and find...
There are times when I’m blue, depressed,
maybe stressed, maybe discouraged,
Mixing the color until it’s switched
to purple, so emotional,
no longer down, but long undersea,
drowning in currents of fantasy.
Or green, relaxed,
newfound mental wellbeing,
lying in the grass among flowers, new spring,
under bright skies, but with clouds gathering.
Will it be yellow, or will it be grey,
determining the next mood today?
About the Creator
Yahne
I enjoy writing short stories and poems.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Authora day ago in Fiction
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