Color (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #9)   Leave a comment

While I watch, the world is burning.
I am filled with craving, yearning,
For a respite where I can just be me.

No, I did not choose to be this;
This shade of paint on the canvas.
So why can't you just let my color be?

Whitewash away the different,
Destroy what you call aberrant,
Erase the colors you don't wish to see.

If you crave only monochrome
Then march me to my catacomb.
At least, in death, I'll finally be free.

– SR Romney 2025

Posted 04/09/2025 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2025

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