green
red
blue
colours divide
the help from the helpless
words fill empty pages
slides of white
and grey
dear poet,
i'm here for you
green and red and blue
the colours reach out
their hands grapple for eyes
ripping sight
from sore bodies
and smiles
from tired faces
leaving blanks
never alone in soul
but in body
and in mind
reality slips
hands slip
green and red and blue
blood drips
green and red and blue
screens shiver from winter nights
the electrical heart freezing over
as the lights
flicker
green
red
blue
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Author:
Kinsey Peterson (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Computer screens never fully mimic the warmth of another.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
'Computer screens never fully mimic the warmth of another.'
so true
but the words they contain, can reach
deep
maybe even salvage, a life on the tip
of demise...
keep that mighty keyboard dancing, dear Poet
thanks for sharing
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