Colours of a Puddle

The ice is burning me
From tears I cried in the cold times
Hasn’t melted yet; a blue stain remains

The rain is plummeting, a dismal grey
It’s drowning my spirits
But it’s hardening my mind

My thoughts are falling to the ground
They’re mixing with the mud, mix with the world
Brown consistency but blend with the pain

Razor sharp blades are fired at me
No one knows that they’re hurting me
Turn a blind eye and return to your darkness

The clouds stand above me
About to start again
The black bullets descend
Tainting the water, the life giver

And from the deepest depth of the darkest abyss in the loneliest ocean
Concealed within is a death making potion
Water to many gives new life and health
But to me it something which should not be dealt
Too readily as it hurts so bad
When each droplet’s ruined with these colours
Colours of hate, death and sad