A bright sea of yellow,
Waves of the color fill the outer walls of my confinement -yet I don't move.
I felt an unbearable amount of bright color splash on my face like waves of an ocean but it was warm.
Unlike the black color I surround myself in this new color so different and bright begs me to move.
Even after my attempts to ignore and avoid this bright pigment I was found defeated.
I decided to move and touch the bright color...
With a swift tug I close the curtain and go back to my dark slumber.
Fuck the yellow light it's too early .
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Poems
PoetryThese are things I just write, I don't write poetry and I can't say I'm good at all. But these all have a part of me I them. Hope you enjoy and tell me what you think they mean.
