Indigo Hues, Watercolour Skies

I cry watercolour skies,
You can see the tracks of my tears.
I’m too dead inside.

Indigo hues deepen as daylight wanes,
And I realise,
I don’t live here anymore, inside my head.

All I can think of is,
Hope is a slow poison,
And temporary ecstasy,
is enchanting,
Against the fatal embrace of time.

– “Indigo hues, watercolour skies” – Jacqueline Ann Lente

Feature Image taken by Jacqueline Ann Lente