White Coffin Poem by Melvyn Massoumi Goudarzi

Never knew why I ought to know
What color do I like?
When I was riding tricycle, my friend asked
And my color was red
When mom was getting me blanket, she asked
But this time felt closer to blue
When I was at class painting, my teacher asked
I liked yellow
When I had hold her, she asked
To mean hope, it was green

But now
After being taken to where it’s nowhere
It’s only black
Black for my lost health
Black for my lost family
Black for my lost love
Black to mean in the whites
Black to color the reason it stands for my sorrows
Black to start the end



White, Very soon it’ll be
To say what color life taught me to like
To show the color of my eternity
To get my coffin colored white
To say that’s the color of setting free
To mean it wasn’t my sin if I’m laying here so young

It’s only destiny fetching me here with eyes closed
Now I’m instilled why I never liked White…