In every ray of light,
A life shines bright.
And even when darkness looms,
Light somewhere else blooms.
Sadness will always run away,
Happiness can never stray.
Or perhaps they are never truly there
But they will always be there;
In the back of your mind
Or everything you can think of.
But, of course, everyone knows about the Colours of Life
Monday, the devil's spawn
Or a new beginning;
The leaf being turned over.
Tuesday, the day for early nights
And promises of happiness
Wednesday, almost there
Eyes start to droop,
Whilst the TV mumbles on.
Thursday, shop and shop hard
The takeaway will always be there.
It's party time
Dancing all the way to...
Saturday, the day for relaxation
And a whole season of your favourite show
Sunday, for a late breakfast
And the dread for what's to come
Kitty, my dearest Kitty
These heartfelt letters all for you,
As I've told you before, I'm split
One purer, finer, deeper.
The other harder to contain,
And although the need to hide the light in the dark is greater,
I wish I could hide the dark in the light.
Kitty, my dearest Kitty,
What shall I do?
This poem is based on her last diary entry where she talks about how 'she is split in two'
The sky murmured,
The clouds muttered,
The grass mumbled,
And the leaves whispered.
Ignorance is key in a life of despair.
Trapping the dead,
Enticing the living.
The wind, like a crying baby;
Sending a chill down your spine.
Thoughtfulness is key in a life of despair.
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