My mind paints a picture
adding color wherever needed.
Water is blue-clouds are white.
Grass is green-the sun is yellow.
Turmoil is gray.
Pain is red:
A dangerous red!
Yes,
I paint these colors
into words leaving behind
my torment.
A painting Van Gogh
would have been proud of.
(5-21-2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem