He thinks it best to wear black Since all the blue shirts littered the laundry bin But to his dismay, The closet’s darkest isn’t even gray So he picks orange And the color is fire in the eyes He seems to exude its loudness Yet the brilliance artfully belies His true self— Handcuffed by hopelessness Imprisoned within walls of uncertainty Locked behind bars of loneliness Languishing in cruel conditions Of lost love and brightness.
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