Melancholy shades 1

On the walls I paint 

a grim color continuously,

up and down

dip and drip

why I don't know why I keep

the melancholy attitude, so blue

deep and chalky and pointless,

not royal, not so real

not the Turkish turban teal,

not the blue that is spread in the sky

or the or the paint in the shallow seas 

nor the color in the depth of your eyes

nor in the turquoise necklace you wear 

its just blue, 

blue or maybe grey

swollen is the feeling so great

so filled up with gases that I get afraid.

If it still collect it I may burst

and if it gushes out I'll be wrinkly

both ways a social outcast

Gossip for the week to put it simply

meekly and moot I still exist

painting the wall still with blue

Solitary and scheme less I still live without you.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared. I liked the feel of ancients words and thoughts. Your word tender and strong. So many statements stood-out in the poetry. Thank you Sharma for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote