Entry #5: Poem

Dear diary,

I found a poem on YouTube! It was written by a popular YouTuber named Gloom. The poem is really good and it reminds me, there's always a rainbow after a storm. It's called: The morning was blue.

The morning was blue

maybe it was the room

a will to resume, overcome by what glooms.

A feeling, it's no use.

The sun knows we're fading, gasping,

trading pain for distraction.

A bailout.

But beneath this cancerous commerce

lives the unfelt, the un-dealt with,

the speculation that my vessel is a

flawed innovation.

That frightened children may have found

a woman's passion

left us with moods as

fickle as fashion.

These tangled wires clash and blur the line

between my mind and fine

So unless we redefine unrefined,

life will continue in kind

as long as my time

in this queue to resign.

Then, as my life hanged it's warped canvas

on a world of new advancements,

awakened in me

the chance it's just us.

A planet that's born afraid,

sold lemonade,

and not showing how it's made.

Crawling wave after wave

and gasping,

be brave.

If they saw us all afraid,

with pounding hearts swaying

to the drum of the wave,

if they saw it this way,

maybe the brave would have stayed.

The morning was blue,

but I heard it can change.

We're only human after all,

man made.

Molding and shaping

a future to paint.

Imagine what shades we could see if we wait.

This morning was blue,

but the afternoon was purple,

a shade I've never seen.

Maybe not want to blink,

and I think you'll like it more.

The lore was true.

It's does get better,

than the morning that was blue.