Blue
Sitting on The Ocean Floor in The Midst of a Depression

It's such a tragic case,
When your whole life's been the chase,
Just peeking through the looking glass,
Trying to scream back at the past,
Hoping it gets through,
Makes a different you,
Pne that could see their whole life different,
Who might hear you screaming through,
"Just be you and live it",
Maybe then everything would be different,
Instead of trying to be cool, trying to stay in control, trying to stay fly,
Maybe the right words could have sent us on a whole new trajectory,
But its far too late for that now, both engines off in the cabin as I see the sea around me
I could turn it back on really, there's still time,
I hear beating on the cabin door but I don't pay it mind.
I wait for the silence. the silence that says it's all over.
the warmth that comes with it, like the earth is trying to hug you as you embrace your next stage in the circle of life.
I hope when this warmth fades the light returns,
We found hell on what we thought was earth,
so I'm hoping death is a direct road to heaven, so when I turn blue,
I can lose all these blues,
to all the loved ones I hope that it's true,
I hope that it's a paradise and you've been missing me too,
It's been so long since I wanted us to meet again, and if turning blue,
Is what we go through, to be back together,
Together with you,
Then all of the pain's gone,
Because one day I'll go blue with you.
About the Creator
Tommy Ballard
I'm a professional writer, a poet, a digital artist and an amateur musician. In my free time, I'm often be found pondering magnets, breaking and entering random homes to steal locks of human hair, and dosing snoring sleepyheads with Zyns


Comments (1)
Hey! I really liked this one, it definitely resonated with how I’ve been feeling lately too.