Poetry

Anger swells like a stormy sea

Turbulent and unforgiving

Fists made of water

Slamming anything in its path

A reminder red is not the colour of anger

Dark dull blue is

Staying up late at night,

Reading books about space

Holding a flashlight

I imagine leaving this place.

Feet in the sand,

Eyes on the stars,

Waves swell to where I stand

But I dream I’m on a ship to Mars.

Why am I stuck here?

It is so unfair

I could be a pioneer

Travelling as far as I dare.

The future seems so far away,

But I’ll sail among the stars one day.

Dead grass, rolling hills

Rotting buildings, rusted cars

Where is everyone?

I used to wonder:

Why does the ocean sparkle?

My sister asked me;

I told her that someone had

Dumped in a bunch of glitter.

He asked me what my favourite colour was

I told him I don’t know

All my friends are talking

About shade and tone

I’m sitting there staring at my phone

I’m starting to realize that I fit out

I’ll never understand what the fuss is about

Everything is grey

The roses, the sunset, the rolling sea

I thought I’d learn to like them

But they all look dull to me

I’m flying colorblind

They show me art museums

They ask if I like to paint

I pretend to like the colour blue but

Everything is grey

The roses, the sunset, the rolling sea

I thought I’d learn to like them

But they all look dull to me

I’m flying colorblind

I’m tired of explaining

Painting is not my thing

I’m through with art museums

And staring at colours I can’t name

People try to tell me that they’re sorry

It isn’t something they can change

But I am happy living in a world of grey