I read it three times because that's how good this was.. the short lines was put harmoniously together it makes me want to sing while reading this. I can feel the sorrow in this one and makes me want to contemplate on things.
I can feel the depression just like it was coming straight in from the tropic of cancer and will soon be up to hurricane strength.
Saying that I still do not know what is going on. Loved and left?
Loved and death? Who cares right? Its all black going blue two of my favorite colors too. This poem reads like one of The devils jokes as in it can always be worse. Moreover just when you think the sun is peaking out the tornado hits. Rally is there an after? I wonder if there is only now.