the Colour

A colour I cant relate to

Its something tht is so untrue

I hate for all it is

for all the anguish it gives

For all the things it takes away

for how its ruined more than one day

I hate it, I live it, I work in it daily

It robs me

It rapes me

It asails me

The blanket of misery Im covered in

I writhe and roll trying to win

I fight a battle with no certain outcome

but needless to say, it is a fruitless one

Things could be simpler if it never exsisted

If it left today I surely wouldnt miss it

Can dreams come true?

Can the true beauty shine through?

Tough questions

with no answers

is all I can give to you.