Poetry

Paled

Now I’m white
An overcast sky
Lost my blue in a sad cloud
I was turned into a brawler
Fighting to debone this galoot,
Pulling my head high.

Now I’m black
A dark night.
Lost my light,
In a tophet.
I was turned into a coal pit
Hiding my bruises with all kinds of lie.

Now I’m gray
A monochrome
Lost my taste in a battered home.
I was turned into a bay
Blaming my existence in the spongy foam where I lay.

I’m colorless
A water white.
Lost my quiddity
In a harsh summer.
Now I’m turned into a masochist
Digging six feet
In this bitter weather.

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