Scarlet .....


My Rainbow-2


my rainbow has changed
for it has faded
for now it just many shades of grey
some darker
some lighter
so worse that others
for I shut down my emotions yesterday
so that those who hurt be would not see me cry
but now I can not seem to turn them on again
it is as if my emotions are lost
all expect for pain
the pain never went away
that I can hide
bury within
but where have all the colors gone
will it ever return
so will I stay in a state of gray
for it is no longer a rainbow
but a grey scale

Submitted: Saturday, April 28, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 19, 2011

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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (4/28/2007 8:40:00 PM)

    God promised that he would appear in the sky in the form of a rainbow. It is His portrait that colors the sky beautifully. The very thought of the rainbow will take away the sadness from one's mind, for it is God who makes one happy. (Report) Reply

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