No Longer Blue

When sleep eludes me,

What can I do?

When wounds won't bleed,

And those truths which I thought I knew,

About myself, are no longer me;

How does this crow fly in a sky which is no longer blue?


Where do you go,

When sleep eludes you?

When thoughts just flow,

And those truths about yourself which you thought you knew,

They're still a part of you; you know it's true.

Our memories, oh they haunt us so...

But you're still a beautiful butterfly; flying in a sky which is no longer blue.


-Jarred Shah



This poem is about: 
My family
My community
Our world


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