Hopeless

When it's raining
I feel blue
like the sky
above the clouds,
when it's cold
I feel yellow
like a mimosa
announcing spring,
when it's snowing
I feel green
like a meadow
who wants to be renewed
and when I hear about wars
I feel black
like the night
looking forward to the day
and unfortunately like the day
always looking forward to the night.

February 25, 2018