forgotten hues of blue

*forgotten hues of blue*

The day wore on her searing skin, scorching any daring enough to feel its chill. Yet another wandered beneath clouds of regret, failing to feel the cleansing rains that poured.

How could they ignore, she thought, the biting cold of selfish pursuit? Me, mine, I, myself, all said without regard for the ear that hears. Brutal forces tearing bread from broken hands left the giving with nothing to receive.

Confused must be the community that takes bones from the dead to construct fences designed for solitude. Raving brags of how the other was had in a bad deal was the madness that made the crowds lament.

As the birds flew to find somewhere less lost, an icy idea withered stillness of mind. Mystified by tangles of paths trodden by apathy, the forest offered chance to remember tomorrow. To neglect the darkness night brings sours each new dawn.

To reside among the many that never shed tear dried the well of well-being. Escaping to leaves, seeking relief from blight and scorn, would be the only remedy that granted respite to mourn.

Boundless sorrow, denied of attention, deprived view of bountiful colour. Witnessing the fallen writhe, absent of emotion, turned once sweet cries bitter. Within the refuge of trees that grew, perhaps, too, she would learn to grow.

Sight of flying leaf is unseen when the woods that tend become walls that do not home, merely house. Under canopies of green, alone, at last, she could douse her woes with forgotten hues of blue.