THE COLOUR OF SADNESS
 

Sadness is a colour,
and it wraps inside me tightly
like coils of silk,
wet with blood.

But sadness is not red.

It drips into my soul
like a slow slow ocean,
and fills me with water
until I feel I will drown.

But sadness is not blue.

It surrounds me like a void
and I am lost
in nothing.
Forever.

Yet sadness is not black.

It grows inside me like a tree,
spreading out
to fill me with its branches
and empty foliage.

But sadness is not green.

Sadness is not a colour,
but it wraps inside me tightly
like coils of my soul,
wet with blood.

- Smithy from Australia

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