Darkened Heart Poem by Joyce wolayo

His colors are usually red
Which stands for brotherhood
White which stands for purity and honesty
Blue which stands for love and good luck

However when I saw him recently
His colors had changed
They pierced my eye sight and hurt my pride
His color had become a terrible nightmare to me

The colors were black
For a darkened hurt inside him
He was grey the color of a turning
Storm ready to explode in my face
It was also yellow in his face
Like a bomb just exploded and left
In its wake a heap of burning debris

I did not expect to find a mysterious friend
Turned into a real monkey
Into an enemy
Into a fool
He was no more.