Notice of absence from depressionofbecca
Taking a Mental Health Leave. I don't know when I will publish next.
Taking a Mental Health Leave. I don't know when I will publish next.
If tomorrow our sky is no longer blue,
Would the sun begin to fall from the sky
Would the grass crumble beneath our feet
Would the stars begin to collide
Would the animals start to die
Would the trees become frail
Would the bushes become non-green
Would the people fail to breathe
If the sky was no longer blue,
What color would it be?
I ought to know,
because I am from a world
A world where the sky is no longer blue
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Author:
hopeforthehopeless (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I got a new poem journal that has prompts and this was this first one to finish the sentence.
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Comments2
A beautiful and fragile sadness....
The sky isn’t blue
I look at it
It keeps changing without whispering me
I decided I won’t rely on it
I shall choose the colours for it
Dear poet paint the sky with the colour you want
Be it pink, red, black or grey
Don’t stop painting it
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