𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 | short stories

Emotions (Poetry)

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It's been a little while since an update, huh? I assure you that this is a good one!
Dedicated to all of my poet friends mentioned previously in this book! : )

This is a poem about my emotions for the past week or so, and I hope you enjoy it!

Val

Silence.

All around us the ground is treacherous,

Every step releases a dam full of emotions.

Deadly, breaking, shattering,

the thin curtain known as our minds.

Happiness,

a glowing, beautiful red,

soft like the sunshine just set,

yet harsh like the desert light.

Short-lasting but reassuring.

Sadness,

a dominating ocean blue,

vast, endless, a pit of torture,

that you plummet through and under

over and over again,

completely helpless.

Annoyance,

Hay bale yellow,

but not like the sunshine.

frustrates you at the edge of your vision,

teasing, provoking rash decisions.

Far from anything mellow.

Anger,

Brownish red,

a swirling cloud full of terrible ends,

of predictions of lost friendships,

a current that carries you to far away, dangerous lands,

where you do not want to be.

Disgust,

A mix between dark green, teal and lime,

Mean, horrible and unable to be hushed,

when caught feeling it your face is flushed,

beetroot red from embarrassment and bristling from anger.

Stuck on your metal pole like a coat hanger.

Indifference.

Numb, icy, blank of colour,

no longer bothered to correct mistakes made,

willing to let past memories fade,

using a far away look to trade,

for non existent happiness.

Hope,

a suppressed orange on the horizon,

glimmering, promising of adventures untold.

Will its words unfold?

Or will you let yourself be consumed,

by emotion laced fumes?

You would smile, and that would be enough,

Look around and see how lucky we are.

Stress may press you down,

Sadness may weigh you to oblivion,

but resist,

resist with your last breath.

Even then anger wins through,

and you let it win.

You let it flow through your bulging veins like liquid fire,

let it consume you in situations dire,

for you to claim a win.

Over time your body will fade to ash,

and you will regret those decisions so rash.

You forfeit the rights to my friendship,

you forfeit the rights to my care.

The question is,

to care or not to care?

To leave or to stay?

Will you listen?

Emotions untold should be told,

written, distributed,

given away, sold,

the weight will lift off your shoulders,

and you will be free to see the world in its glory,

in all its plans and schemes,

and be sorry.