Fate is life’s pitch black hole where the unlucky ones fall.
Beauty is thy blood red rose, though I will
Forgive those for this treacherous grey burden upon me.
Mock is what those bimbo blonde models must do.
Jealousy is my rotten green monster that keeps coming back.
Determined I am, to rid of this vicious violet image.
Ignorance continues to fill my deep blue pool of tears.
Persistence for that pretty pink portrait of myself.
Imagine I make it to that glorious silver light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope this poem is as clear as the sweet salmon sunset of the dusk.