“Colors” : English poem by Erum Javeria

How can the sky be so blue?

My pain, my sorrow does it have any clue

Wondering if it knows I’m covered in grey

Waiting here again for the answers I pray

Or is it pitting my farness from yellow

Can it sense the presence of my hollow?

Why it isn’t sad for me to turn purple

Not un noticeable, definitely not subtle

Is it waiting for my grief to grow red?

Or possibly the hurt my eyes will shed

Feel my knees getting weak waiting for the green

Gone far in the search but it’s nowhere to be seen

It will come down to hearing talks of the black

But I will be gone too far on the track to be back