My soul is quite colored,
Shaded by the thrill of day.
Life has painted me in dirt,
But they seem as rainbows astray.
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Beauty turns to castoff,
All laughter to bitter tears.
And life becomes a burden,
With all the junk it bears.
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Why does 'nothing' rise above,
And darkness seem as life?
How does innocence bear guilt,
And peace turn to fight?
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My soul is quite colored,
Twisted by the pull.
With beauty on the surface,
but the colors' are dark and dull.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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Your poetry is gorgeous
my soul is colorful.... love how it's both positive and negative at the same time..