by Safa Maryam

When the world becomes too loud,
I dive deep into,
The velvet of my sadness,
My blanket of blue.

I empty the glass always full,
‘Til old griefs pool in my chest,
My drowners turned comforters,
The friends that know me best.

I bury myself in childhood albums,
The graveyard of my memories,
Each stained blue at the edges,
Tainting each tranquillity.

Warm arms of a cerulean sea,
Reach out, soak, submerge me,
With sorrow that forever remains,
Through aches anchored in my veins.
When the world becomes too loud,
Past shades emerge anew,
My watercolour sadness,
Bathes me in blue.