among the graves


I painted rainbows in bright popsicle colours
momma always said I was different from the others
to be a child, she used to say
to be a child once again
and now I know what she meant
I lost my colours somewhere along the way
my days have become mostly grey
big dreams and plans as once were made
laid to rest now among the graves

Written by _Ani_
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