A few yesterday's ago
I was carefree, young and thin.
Excitingly wondering what
tomorrow's days could bring.
Unaffected by the truths
from the dark inside this life.
I imagined a rainbow,
I pictured a Monet,
butterflies of excitement
now decayed or
washed away.
Washed away
from tears of sorrow,
decayed by
woes and hurt,
sickened and defeated,
grieve of lives
burried in the dirt.
Can I wash away this knowledge?
Be taken back to the less I knew?
Can life paint me a pretty rainbow,
instead of just painting everything blue
😢
©xine1988
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