were the flowers
which Max saw in the park
on a Sunday morning
Green
were the trees
with their big leaves
in the beautiful forest
Blue
was the Sky
with his yellow disc
which Max saw every day
when he looked out of the window
Brown
was the ground
which turned slowly
into black
Red
Alive or dead?
Max died of his own sadness
without friends and people who liked him
Black
was the colour of the evil
Max was caught in it
He thought every day
what went wrong in his life
but he never found it out
Wow. This is an extremely moving poem, Daniel. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI really like how you capture Max's solitude in your work.
Just ont tiny remark:
- he thought every day ABOUT what went wrong in his life.