"The Blues"
By: Juliana Agbulos
Sullen and immensely cold,
Free from sound or any noise.
I gaze upon the sky,
With echoes in my head;
Screaming like a storm.
Inside my puzzle,
Lies a soul that is black and blue.
As the cold breeze touches my skin,
Ripples of memories emerge—
With somber waves drowning my eyes.
Amongst the sea of stars,
I roam my eyes around.
Countless whisper in my heart,
Keeps clouding my mind.
Then I ask myself,
“Can I still paint the unsaid?”
Taking a deep breath.
Crying my heart out.
Can the infuriating ocean be serene?
Maybe this is really my destiny,
And silently battling these wars are my reality.
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