Blacks and blues
The saddest hues
The colors of a fresh new bruise
The colors of a hurtful past
The colors of always coming last
The colors of hateful, conceited spite
The colors of a lonely night
The shades of angels weeping 'loud
The shades of being lost in the crowd
The shades of demons in our hearts
The shades of not knowing where to start
The hues of bully's words and taunts
The hues of pain that's left to haunt
The hues of those like you and me
The hues of those without a key
Let me know what you think in the comments.
Dominus Vobiscum,
Ginger Monk

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