Read Poem: Color Me Alone, by Tom Young

Color me silent, with the melody unheard.
Refusing compliance, the notes have been blurred.
From a song I was born, and the dance I have seen.
So raged and worn, abide the spaces between.
So color me alone, amidst life and death.
My heart’s cold as stone, as frost replaces my breath.
In a graveyard of moments, no penance I seek.
Ignoring the torments, that run down my cheek.
On the coffin lay roses, please color me bold.
As the pathway encloses, the last mile so cold.
Now paint me the freedom, and fill in the shades.
My songs will precede them, and my stories will fade.
As I scribe on my page, and connect love and pain.
Blend calmness and Rage, and turn madness to sane.
Now color me with fables, and paint me anew.
Apply the pigments of Angels, and use rainbows as hews.
Adopt tones of scarlet, and satin so smooth.
The semblance of velvet, in the dyes that we’ll use.
Color me serene, paint deep in my bones.
Of a portrait unseen, in this garden of stone

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