Blue...

Blue…

Blue is beautiful and pure,
calming and soothing, but so much more.
Blue is the colour, that with a cold, hard grip, grabs my soul,
blue has seen things of which nobody knows.
It reminds me of waves and the chilled blue sea,
which holds secrets of the world lost to you and me.
Blue is the colour that creeps through my dreams,
it is the embodiment of anguish, seeping through the seams.
It reminds me of diving into the ocean, mute, calm and blue
This seems to hold no corruption, but is this really true?
It is not because it is sadness, which is evil too,
Sorrow is the evil within me and you.
Anguish is the bane of the things that make up my mind
Woe is a feeling that is both cruel and yet kind.
Blue is the gaping hole that makes up the sky above,
Blue is the thing that commands my love
It is the keeper of all things unknown,
Blue is a colour that I can call my own.