Old Grief
My world shattered into
black,blue, green, and purple.
I had gotten the worst shock
yet. My grandmother was dead.
I didn't even see red. I
was in too much shock to
cry and couldn't try. My
favorite relative and the
stability in my life was no
more.
I pour out my soul.
Cold, unforgiving blue that
usually indicates tranquility,
calm, and peace. Now it is
not just these, but a
profound sadness or grief.
Colors are indicators of
mood according to some.
Black is space and the color
of night. A fight for life,
but losing the battle to
death. Always being called
"Petunia". No more fun
celebrations.
Green for envy and purple
for anger. Why me? Why did
this happen? Why did you
have to go? Blame.
Flame will consume the
body, and though the process
be hard, we will move on,
but still remember.