From A Flower [#Wattys2016]

Colors

How can I function when all I see is red
Staining these sheets that are wrecked and bloodshed
Mixing with sunlight and forming deep orange
I wish they hadn't been taken from storage
To be used for the kids who granted them yellow
I told them that children are not something so mellow
I took them inside for a wash before green
The water so clear and topped with a gleam
The liquid beauty staring back with a blue
I wish you had seen such a powerful hue
Today we must end with a nice vibrant purple
To match with the sun who was sure not to hirple
We end with the day popping with color
As each shade of poetry is soon to face dolor