A Fall Full of Color

By Yellow, TIWP Student

Free, orange, red, green and blue
Free, no needs to know who
Free, only person there is you
Until you hit the ground.
Every little ounce of bad wounds up and stabs you in the back,
Ever little crying night emerges back out and strikes,
Every scar reopening,
Blood rushing through the open gates,
Flooding the idea of coping.

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