If feelings were colors,
Right now mine would be
The empty black vacuum of space
The panicky bright red of unexpected blood
And the greenish gray of an oncoming storm.
If feelings were temperatures,
Right now mine would be
The cold of slimy, shivering fever sweat
And the phantom heat of a third degree burn
If feelings were expressions,
Right now mine would be
The long and horrified scream of Edvard Munch
And the agonized tears of Rachel weeping for her children
If feelings were weather,
Right now mine would be
A shrieking hurricane of acid rain
A night choked with fog so thick you can't see
And the hopeless burning nothingness of a desert afternoon
If feelings were words,
Right now mine would be
Probably very close to the ones you just read . . .
Someone very dear to me has been lost. I don't know how I shall get through this. Expect a deluge of dark poetry, or none at all. If it is the latter, know I might just have gone to the bridge . . .