This day starts out red
A deep, strong red.
As dark as the sin I entertain
In the wee hours of the morning.
Sleep comes as a deep blue.
It rises and falls like a fog-
Rolling in and out,
Ebbing and flowing,
As sandman and I argue.
Friendship is a light yellow-
Warm and inviting,
Like an early lunch.
Taking in laughter and happiness
Just as much as our food.
Wandering is like a light green.
Comfortable though unsure.
Stuck in a waiting place
But not wanting to move.
White comes in as ideas,
Thoughts and revelations.
Philosophical wonderings
And "lightbulb" moments.
Sadness is black.
Extreme darkness.
It's all consuming,
Life destructing,
Moment crippling,
And you can't get out.
Until the words
Start to touch you again,
Their light blue
Comfort comes through
And deepens.
As your eyes droop
The sandman wins
Once again.
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