Yellow
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Once I saw the color Yellow,
I never really liked it.
Yet, it attracted me with just its presence.
So I asked it to come sit with me, which it did.
It promised me to care for me,
and it would do so until I'm dead.
Never thought that one day it would kill me,
with its bare hands, just like that.
It told me once that people are users.
"We call it 'friendship' but at the end we use each other.
Just to feel better, get advice and cover up our past bruises."
It never occurred to me that Yellow was such a wise color.
Because it isn't.
It was indeed using me to carry its burdens and take my energy.
I even tried to show it I could be vulnerable.
I loved it with all of my heart, until it abandoned me.
10 years became a memory. Something replaceable.
Ever since, I'm bleeding out into eternity.
Yellow showed no regrets, leaving me all Red.
So it did as it promised, it cared for me.
And now all I feel inside is 'death'.
Once I saw the color Yellow,
I wish I never loved it.
But you attracted me with your presence.
I should've never asked you to come sit with me,
which you did.
| september: | Dinsdag, november 24, 2020 14:03 |
| Een bijzonder mooi gedicht Katt. Mooi in de vorm en inhoud en de metafoor(?) In het gebruik van het Yellow. Het weet te raken. Klasse. Liefs | |
| Pascal Janssen: | Dinsdag, november 24, 2020 06:38 |
| Pittig gedicht. Sterkte met de verwerking van dit alles. | |
| Ruud Grootveld: | Dinsdag, november 24, 2020 02:38 |
| You never had to take yellow. You better take Red or Green. Yellow is dangerous. |
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| Auteur: Katt |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Katt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 november 2020 | ||
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