Blue Poem by Serena Blackinton

Stranded in a world of delusion
Another casualty taken by confusion
I'm not sorry for this intrusion
Because I've come to this conclusion

A poet may be sensitive or feel more intensely?
More so than me, I doubt that immensely...
Maybe you give of yourself more generously,
Or your words leave an impact rather memorably...

If a poet changed love, it's because of desire...
Maybe the sparks died along with the fire?
Maybe this poet decided that what could transpire
Could no longer make him happy or take him higher...

A poet I am not, this is true
But I am a person, not unlike you
I feel all the colours, lately blue
A timely reminder to change my hue.