Blue Bible - Poem

[BohemianChris]

Blue Bible

Bleak as a fuschia sheet I lay,
resting in a Blue Bible.
Shuffled by everyone,
held for as long as I am needed,
then tossed to the next.

I am a nomad,
no place to go,
nowhere to call home.
Bleak as a fuschia sheet I lay,
depressed, and scared,
wondering who my next adopted family is.

Wandering through life,
taking a look left and right,
before I cross the street.
For I do not want to be hit
by the crowds, the crowds shuffling me,
in my Blue Bible.

 

[iaertehbest]

I found a bible once. I painted it orange. A nice warm colour. Better than the previous rubbish

 

[Hisbygrace]

I found a bible once. I painted it orange. A nice warm colour. Better than the previous rubbish

Did you read it before you trashed it?

 

[BohemianChris]

Did you read it before you trashed it?

I doubt it.

Best,
Chris

 

[Hisbygrace]

Good poem Chris!