Colours

This poem was originally written on the 26th of February 2024, during a Forensic Genetics class, on the back of a loose sheet of my notes.

It was blue

In my mind when

I said enough.

You didn’t look me

In the eyes;

You used to like

The blue too.

It was red

In the room

When I saw him. 

He didn’t look at me

They were blinding.

It was black

When he touched me.

Five letters–

The age I was.

I don’t remember

If he looked at my mother

When he took me back.

It was white,

The sky,

When I jumped in 

The sea; I saw

It was grey.

It was yellow

When I closed my eyes

And felt the sun

With the same intensity

I used to feel the blades

Warm down my arms,

Stinging down my spine.

It was green

When I laid on the

Grass at the park

And wished

To never see colour again.