BLUE

By MH

Four walls, blue.

Not light blue, more sky blue,

On a moody day in March blue.

Curtains blue, the same blue.

Carpet too, blue, like you.

Lampshades blue,

Makes light blue too.

Cast in glow forever blue.

And though I grew

To hate the blue,

What would I do

Without blue.

Told you, I’m sick of blue.

Blue, blue, BLUE!

Then one day, grey.

Four walls, grey.

Not dark grey, more cement grey,

Cloudy November rain grey.

I slip away,

Stare into grey.

Bed grey, carpet grey,

Curtains too, grey, like you.

Swapped lampshade too.

Painted grey over blue.

Maybe it’s the hue—

You said it’s change, you said it’s new.

But all I see is blue.

#darkpoetsclub