The hues of blue,

sorrow and gloom.

It clings to you, it beckons you,

to drown you in the face of the moon.

The shade of red,

fiery with wrath and obsession.

It grants your spirit, it grants you power,

but it leaves your heart cold and your body charred.

The tint of green,

the whisper of envy.

For your heart’s desire, for your spurious wish,

it asks of you to indulge and embellish.

Yellow with anxiety,

trembling in fear.

Two demons in a trenchcoat,

demanding you to hear.

Never-ending, ever ceaseless,

they feast upon your darting eyes.

The guilt of a purple rose,

for its thorns meant to defend, not oppose.

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It sobs, it cries, it mourns,

for a moment that would never be.

For the dance of disgust and shame,

they tangoed under the orange glow.

Loathe each other, they did,

but blind to the coin they both stood in.

Apathy is the death of all,

the grey, consuming fog.

It spreads, it envelopes, it mauled,

until there is nothing more.

Black is the tone of loneliness’ call,

pleading for anyone to respond, big or small.

Void of the human condition, death to the human spirit,

undefeatable, unacceptable, unmistakable.

Colors, emotions, experience,

contradiction and conjoinment are the norm.

Of one hue, the blue’s blue,

of another, a calm view.

The flaming red,

scorching yet warm.

Love and hate,

roses and bombs.

Of green and yellow,

of envy and pride.

For one dimmed in the clutch of resentment,

the other shone in the podium of joy.

It comes, and goes,

it falters and flows,

like the color of rainbows.

It sings and curses,

it bleeds and nurses;

It showers and drizzles,

it's written in epistles.

Emotions, they vex and bless,

a spectrum of glee to stress.

They gush like streams, they bubble like steam,

it’s never-ending.

They are of human, of human we are.

May we cherish, may we scorn,

but devoid of the yellow joy or the purple guilt,

we’re no different from the unborn.