Bleached Rainbow

Blossoms of words, poems for whom?

Flowers dried out in a faraway road.

A delicate spring that came too late,

or maybe too soon or never for you.

Unshaped feelings are slowly walking

through the apathy of an old, empty me.

Our walls are as high as this murky sky,

I reached the Moon, and I am alone in it.

We are a cup of tea that I already drank,

too warm to be tasted, it burned my lips.

You wanted to erase my feelings, the truth,

deleting the memories, even those of a kiss.

I’ll take a drug, the risk, whatever works on me.

My sensory system is off, wasn’t this your aim?

I feel like a forgotten fruit that you won’t eat,

A man is in love, but that's not you, of course.

Endemic fishes will be soaked in a Soulless sea,

Foregoing hankering boats landing in my harbour.

Your eyes will look at me like warm, short sun rays.

I will be there as the highest tree of the rain forest.

Look at the grey rainbow that shows hundred shades

I'll just seat, enjoy the present, the rest doesn't exist.

12th September 2017, Marina Romea

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