The sky is painted with a million colors. Like it's being slashed with a pallet of hues. They are all mushed and smeared together. Soon to be murdered by the dark of night. Nothing left but the memory. Soon to be forgotten by the feeble human mind.
The sky is painted with a million colors.
Like it's being slashed with a pallet of hues. 
They are all mushed and smeared together.
Soon to be murdered by the dark of night.
Nothing left but the memory.
Soon to be forgotten by the feeble human mind.

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kaitlyndivito2
kaitlyndivito2 Just a wanna be poet
Autoplay OFF   •   10 months ago
This is a sestina poem....

But alas, the hues paint the memory
They continue to slaughter the night together
And still, in my mind are a million colors




The sky is painted with a million colors. Like it's being slashed with a pallet of hues. They are all mushed and smeared together. Soon to be murdered by the dark of night. Nothing left but the memory. Soon to be forgotten by the feeble human mind.

But I do not mind. Because if only I remember those colors. If only I remember those hues. They can be brought together. Created once again by my mind in the night. Put together like a puzzle by my memory.

My beautiful memory In my beautiful mind Now with beautiful colors And beautiful hues Beautifully together Once again in the beautiful night.

Now I sit in the darkness of the night Wondering if this might only forever be a memory Hoping that these colors won’t forever just be in my mind I want these colors I need these hues They keep me together.

I want to stay together For once I want to be able to sleep in the night Not having to dwell on a memory Not having to be in my own mind I don’t want the vivid colors I don’t want the desperate hues.

But alas, the hues paint the memory They continue to slaughter the night together And still, in my mind are a million colors.

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