White – Acrostic x 2

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Weak, yet relieved in some ways

Hospital sheets in a cold room I lay

Introspecting, asking for answers

Truth be told, there were none that day

Except I’d lost something that couldn’t be replaced

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Waiting for the call of pain

Hoping for some closure

Imagining different scenarios

Time and again, I felt I failed

Everything had forever changed.

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Dear Readers,

Today’s poem is a slightly delayed response to the 8th day of OctPoWrimo Poetry Writing Challenge 2015 (atleast as per the time zone here). But I’ll tempt a cliche and say “better late than never”

The prompt was to:

“Write a poem talking about a color and your memories attached to it. Bring us along for the memory’s journey”

What do colours mean to you? I remember an argument that white was not a colour, but a lack there of.. well, I don’t know about that.. but the idea intrigues me. Is black the same? What do you think?

16 thoughts on “White – Acrostic x 2”

  2. This sounds sad, 2P–well written but sad. I’ve heard that about white and black too, absence of color–but most people still refer to them as colors. I can’t imagine saying, “yes, I’m going to wear my dark-absent colored dress tomorrow” 🙂

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