Indigo Blues Poem by Ell Ell

There is blue all around
my little room
blue walls, blue chairs, blue sheets
and a blue bed in the corner of that
blue hole that I call home.

There is blue all around
my little room
I think I might be dying inside of it.
I thrash and scream between the sheets
and swear at the night and pray,
pray for a time when I will not have to
live in my blue haven
that I call home.

I lie there drunk on the barness of the floor.
It seems comfortable here
in my blue room listening to my blue
heart pound.
My eyes gaze across the walls and
flciker.
I feel like I am in an ocean.
A blue ocean.
But nothing lives in that ocean,
just me.
Alone and drunk in my little room
that I call home
and praying for the day
when I will be free.

There is blue all around
my little room.
I think it used to be my favourite colour, but, well
not anymore.
I stare out my window and see the night.
People walking the concrete streets by the yellow.
They laugh and talk and do not worry about the blue.
It makes me smile and forget it a while, then
I go back to my bed and dream of another world,
a world where there is no blue or
sadness or misery,
and I can realy call
my little room home.