Yellow

Yellow
from Colors
9/12/2009
By Me

Five months and the coffin will be nailed shut;
Everything known will be forgot;
My recurring resting place has been sought.
My time now has been cut,
And in these few days, I’ve been bought.
I’m haunted by pain of the yellow spot,
The lucent pain causing silent smut.
Unfortunately, I’ve been caught.

And as I silently sit all alone,
I feel the yellow meandering moan,
And the endless rapping of the drone.
I wonder, will I ever be home.

I am in repair,
And have been left bare.