Lonely White…

It all began with that mist of light.

Engulfed me through its distasteful bright.

I passed across rooms and saw such sickening sights.

All happened while lying in this white bed that is holding me tight.

Is this the above’s or below’s waiting room? Which is right?

I don’t want to wait anymore in this white.

Flowing Red…

In one of the rooms I passed, something has started.

An implanted seed, that was kept, has been freed and separated.

Thus, another history book has been created to be read.

Such an event that I have seen while immobile in this white bed…

All started with the flow of blood - a piece of red.

Curious Orange…

“Why is this world, this thing, this stage –

why does all seems to be so strange?”

Curiously asked by another small seedling from another range

which is now starting to wonder as it increases its age.

I wish I could still taste the citrus of that seedling’s orange.

Warm Yellow…

Here in my bed, the golden grains of moments flow.

Time after time, my surroundings are turning fast then turning slow,

Soon the seedling at the previous room will be expanding its simple “Hello”.

and make us feel the warmth and smile of its golden yellow.

Spring Green…

I ask God why I have to experience and envy those scenes.

What do all these things happening around me mean?

I wish I can find the answers to my questions that seem unseen.

I hope that my winter ends so that my trees could be again green.

Eternal Blue…

I do not want to believe that what I am thinking is true.

My struggle to see, to move, to breathe… These are the clues.

Am I really going to start my journey in to the endless blue?

Waiting Indigo…

Somebody’s calling, whispering, telling me to go. But –No!

I can sense tears dropping beside me. (Shed those!) I wish it’s not yet my time to go.

I wish to go back to the red of my rainbow or at least stay with this indigo.

Fearsome Violet…

I faced the ceiling hoping to see a distant star. Has it risen? Has it set?

How am I supposed to feel in facing the persona of Death – the fatal violet?

Unfathomable Black…

Am I an exchange for the red that was born? Soon, these colors will be fading, turning to clouds of black.