02-27-2015, 06:29 AM
A Hot Pink Crayon
The doctor gave to me
The small blue pills and white orange caps
and promised that they’d fix my broken parts.
The doctor gave to me
What all my life they thought I’d need –
to take the crayons, and color in the lines.
The doctor gave to me
Allowance in florescent pills –
to spend on someone new to replace me.
The doctor gave to me
Assurance that the pills would stay
My life would end if the pills went away.
The doctor took from me
A spectacular spectrum of colors!
Electric and vivid, mingling together, pulsing and vibrating, creating an anthem or a lullaby.
To laugh sincerely, to love childishly.
To skid a hot pink crayon across the coloring book and to exclaim “how beautiful!”
The doctor gave to me
The small blue pills and white orange caps
and promised that they’d fix my broken parts.
The doctor gave to me
What all my life they thought I’d need –
to take the crayons, and color in the lines.
The doctor gave to me
Allowance in florescent pills –
to spend on someone new to replace me.
The doctor gave to me
Assurance that the pills would stay
My life would end if the pills went away.
The doctor took from me
A spectacular spectrum of colors!
Electric and vivid, mingling together, pulsing and vibrating, creating an anthem or a lullaby.
To laugh sincerely, to love childishly.
To skid a hot pink crayon across the coloring book and to exclaim “how beautiful!”