Pastels

If you were to paint

A landscape of my mind

You’d find it filled with red

And bordered with black

Maybe along the lines

You might find

A little brown, some yellow

And a whole lot of the blues

My mind isn’t what it used to be

And I’m not the kid I was

Somewhere between the growth spurts

Hiding in a used camouflage

Is a little bit of white and some gray

And still beneath those shades

Is a little purple and some gold

Multi-coloured is my mind

Some colours symbolize hate

Others anger and grief

But some stand for dreams

And hopes

Those colours will get me through

The days the black takes over

Because, my mind is a vibrant place

And nobody can call it dull

The Bilge Master