I call out your name from another room but your mind is trapped inside the color blue I want to pull you out of shattered glass -- from all that haunts you in your past you are here but you're still there where bombs, and blood are everywhere -- lost in the color blue while you're wandering from room to room you are trapped inside the color blue I keep searching for an open door to tell you that you're home from war you are here but you're still there trapped inside the color blue but, I keep searching from room to room forever, and ever until I've found you.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove Feb. 15th, 2015