An Unreliable Trestle

About where i live and who lives here.

 Everything here is yellow,

a treacherous yellow.

A yellow that is sinking in slowly and becoming me.

I will not become yellow,

I will not let yellow become me.

Yellow will not get to my head.

I am not yellow, i will stay red.

 

Reviews

[the nothing]

this isn a great write the poem shows exactly were you stand i like it

[UpComesDown]

well I get to be Purple!

[jumbie's #1 fan]

this is quirky yet mystifying. great job