Though it’s not poetic ecstasy,
but I want to spin a verse,
Where blue shall dance and immerse.
My mind, haunted by memories;
Hallucinations whispers and
the weaving intricate stories
dreams to shape in.
Blue, the color of a mysterious trance,
I felt I've lost in a surreal expanse.
Like the wounded bird
who's broken wings unfurled,
My horror journey starts
through the depths of that torment.
Something tendrils grasped my normal;
what fragile mind could concurrent.
Leaving scars and shadows ahead!
But love, oh love! The beacon of light!
Guiding towards hope,
dispelling the fear and faeries of night.
In the depths of despair,
I try finding solace and release,
A tender touch grants a good
A call from the inner peace.
Like a painter's brush on a canvas
so intimate escape from the horrors;
and the traumas of the past.
Blue, a call of renewal and grace,
changes my nightmares into a sacred space.
Each metaphor and verse are free-
My plots are the symphony of healing,
where my aching heart can be.
So, let thy pen dance with
the vibrant hue,
Sing thee blue; transformed and anew.
In the warmth of the love's embrace
my subtle salvation awaits!
The utmost power of verse,
I conquer the post horror of tribulation.
Pass it on....!
©chrysanthemum