BEIGE
It's all beige
Nothing alive
Not a thing breathing...
I seek for signs
Of life hues...
None catch my eye
I'm reduced to tears...
It was alive.
Breath was teeming...
What might have
Resulted in such
Tragic disappearing?
A whispered
Contempt
Unloving songs sung
A promise made
Never kept.
I question whether
These might be
Why the hues
Of life
Had left?
Beige, is all
I still see.
Even the colors
Of music do not
Appear differently...
Wake up my world
Wake up life
Beige is naught
What it was
Made to be like.
Oh, my sight
When shall your
Desire, you see...?
FREDERIKA MENEZES
