The Colors

these grasses were greener

and the skies above were bluer

the sunset was redder

and the stars at night were brighter

but why are all the colors fading?

when you're far away, walking?

still i have been wondering

will you still be coming

today I’m bluer than the sky

tomorrow I’ll be the bluest

since the day you departed

my life was tormented

in the days I that live, at nights when I die

I’ve been wearing this mask: a smile

I say I’m happier, and that I am fine

but I just pretend that it's alright

the crows so black annoys me now

but they used to be lovely when you were around

I asked myself “ will i ever see,

the colors you have given me”

Poem By: Phil Edgar Contreras

Image source