Blue is the sky
but also the ocean
kissing the shore,
for the very last time.

Blue is the snow
in all children's drawings,
blue is our skin
when we are in pain.

Blue is the empty
and blue is the farthest,
blue is the cold in our lives
and the pain.

Blue is the loneliness
always inside us,
it is the void
that makes us insane.

Blue is the biggest,
our most favorite color
it lives around us
as we call it air.

I used to make my parents proud,
I used to be the glue that keep my friends together,
now I don't even know
who I am.

(m.v.a)

She is suffering.
Her energy is draining.
Day by day, little by little
Her thoughts are going deeper
Deeper and deeper as the oceans.
She is fighting within herself
But sadness always dominate.
Starting to isolate herself
Never going out with friends
Always have her own reasons not to
This and that, No because
Really isolating herself
Face always at the web
Posting and liking things
Things she wish to be glued
Glued to her mind and soul
But all she wants is someone
Someone to push her to encourage her
But no one sees it, no one feels it.
All of her thoughts
She is always fighting it
She knows she could make it
She knows she could change
But at this moment
She needs time, longer time
She wants to be alone
She wants to escape
She wants to sleep for a long time
She wants to cry
But time wouldn't allow her to
All she could do is to isolate herself
Isolate to protect herself
Isolate for her to be strong
Isolate for her to realize
Realize that to isolate herself is not the answer.
Never the answer.

God.....if you hadn't sent me in this world
Then my heart wouldn't have started crying seeing this....
All the suffering people bear in their hearts
And the unbearable pain of lost ones they miss

All these hearts they look silent and at peace
But they are screaming at the top of their voice
They have been secretly tortured and burned at the stake
Their screams loud: can't you hear the noise

My heart it weeps and it cries
It burns in agony and drowns in a sea of blood
Only if all this suffering could be lessened
Then hopefully peace and happiness would flood

Morning tears are the ones that hurt the most,
they linger and distill the freshness of the new day,
eclipsing our view of the sun,
causing disparity of the soul.

© H V Swan