Blue Poem by Gergana Teofilova

Blue the solitary color of sadness,
Pressed against a tower of smiles
It epitomizes blurry points of madness,
Hidden deep beneath a pile of guiles
A color only understood by people,
Been through ordeals in black and grey,
Who've been locked up in a kind of steeple
That prevented them from the light of day

Blue the shade of childhood tears,
Leaving cold traces of hurt in the night
Blue the shade of painful years,
Spent all alone and embraced in blight
Blue the shade of a heart in love,
Cruelly forsaken and betrayed to pine
Blue the shade of a snow-white dove,
Laying broken on the street for a cat to find

Blue the shade of a mother's smile,
Who's lost her first-born baby in demon claws,
Blue the shade of waiting as long as the Nile
For the return of a loved one, so full of flaws
Blue the shade of dreams all forgotten,
Where hope has long written a message in dust
Blue the shade of envisions, forbidden and rotten,
When fading away causes nothing but rust

Blue the shade of an animal's fur,
Hideously hit and ditched by a drunken man,
Blue the shade of all things that occur,
And crash down ruthlessly and are never planned
Blue the shade of the rain falling down,
When there's nobody to share it out
Blue the shade of the clamor in town,
Heard by a speechless witness, anxious to shout

Blue the shade of the morning sea
Gently kissing away yesterday's joy,
Blue the shade of a table with fresh made tea,
Surrounded by wooden chairs and a sobbing boy
Blue the shade of the twilight sky,
So lonely without its evanescent stars
Blue the shade of the eyes of a guy
Who sold his own future like they do used cars

Blue is a color often selected,
Mostly related to subjects and clothes,
It is modern and seldom neglected
When shoes get chosen and hand-bags disposed
But it's also the color of misfortune befallen,
Which may only be felt, not heard, touched or seen,
And when one realizes that their soul has been stolen
It's usually too late to cry or redeem