Too Many Colors To Contain Poem by Stephen Thomas

“Fairly odd; the lives we live”
She said
And I’d reply
“I’ll scream to that”
But do we waste away as flowers bud
And fall –
Just to bud again?

In this endless state
They march on through my head
Creating swirls of vibrant colors –
But when all colors mix
It leaves nothing but brown

“We’ll stomp ‘em out like Daisies”
She whispered
Her poison dripping,
Making it’s way into my deafening ears
But I’ve always liked Daisies
Even if lilies are for you, my dear.

Tonight there’ll be no kiss
To grace my saddened face
Only brown
Spattered across my white-washed reality.
With time white yellows
And the brown will fade away
But with time comes age

And death

So when I die
Bury my head away from my body –
Never was much use
When it came to figuring you out