As colors swirl in the tray beneath me

and I feebly lift roller to wall

the memories just refuse to leave me.

I lift the darkness, I let it fall

and repeat till my strength is gone.

My chore now complete

I peak through my tears

pray my sadness will retreat;

instead, the torment still appears.

Reaching for another can, I must carry on…


5 thoughts on “Indigo

  1. painting you a rainbow x


  2. ws141 says:

    Awww, thank you, Julia!


  3. if we allow it, every storm dies after its due time. there is no use hurrying it or trying to force it.

    very beautiful, touching poem. hope its not personal.


  4. ws141 says:

    I love your wisdom, Sharmishtha. Yea, this is one of the few that does relate to me.


  5. LAND OF FUN says:

    So beautifully Narrated !
    Loved it 😀


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