The Colours Are Almost Gone ‘Countless bursts of colours swim… Vivid explosions of expression That know no bounds That never had bounds

They scream He cries She laughs Sound can be a powerful thing Songs can touch the heart

Writing poetry at 4 am Is not as romantic as the poets sa… It is not with love I write Or hatred It is neither

Ice cold Nice cold, Frosty breath Chilling death. Burning flame

The frost on the trees Glittering in the morning light A shroud of purest white Lies upon the field A blanket with the waves of a sea

Slip on the mask Can’t let them see you cry Smile through the pain Tolerate living for one more day A mask of lies

My hopes have turned into air I simply could not care Spring is here My time is near Depression’s terrible snare

Dim, grim, dark nights For thoughts to grow And darken even further still Sad, twisted, angry thoughts Swirl in the blackness that

Clear (Blurred) thoughts Crystal (Glazed) vision Fluffy (Misty tears) cloud Joy (Blood) boils up Heart soars (off a cliff)

Your inability to see What’s killing me Endlessly This is my destiny A loop of death

Raging rivers of hurt Ending in Cascading waterfalls of sorrow That crash into A deep, dark lake of responsibilit…