~*~Colors of Death~*~

Death leaves a mark 

on those left behind — 

A tattoo on the soul,

a rainbow of lines.  


The deep green of envy 

for those who’ve not lost — 

Blissfully ignorant of 

what love really costs.  


The anger burns white, 

much hotter than red — 

It courses through the chest 

and leaves a lingering dread.


Yellow is the fear 

to face the world alone —

A fear of being lost

in a world of unknown.  


Blue is the calm,

a serene, soothing haze — 

Not one to remain,

it hits us in waves.  


Red is the love, 

the one thing that’s real — 

It’s something to cling to

while we try to heal.

Author: Cari R Esta

Hmm. What can I tell you about me? Rather, what do I think you should see? My eyes are green, my skin is fair. I have an abundance of auburn hair. I like to write and I love to think. I adore all animals and the color pink. I have six pets and a husband, too. I'm earning my BA in English at SNHU. I write about whatever comes to mind. And I'll read any book that I can find. I shared quite a bit, but what can I say? Thank you for reading, and have a great day! View all posts by Cari R Esta