The Day

The day something takes away 

The greens that I love so much,

And the same something sweeps away

The blue of the oceans and seas, 

If something freezes the amber of sunset

And turns it to a lustrous grey,

And the same something tricks the flowers

Into losing their hues, petal by petal.

That will be the last day I see colour

That will be the day I breathe my last breath

That will be the day my eyes become too heavy

To open again. 

That will be the day I give up on you. 

Reviews

[coffeedigest]

I love this. The way you used the word "Something" Is powerful just because I felt like it was left up to me to figure out. I think the worst thing you can do in a poem is spell out everything, it gives the reader no way to imagine. Great work, keep writing.