Digging Blue (12th Grade Poetry)

Poem I wrote when I was 17 that I found whilst cleaning out my room.

Blue, a point of view
When nobody is broken except you
Above it all, this life is small,
and the past is still blue

Blue, its always me
They call me out but Blue I see
Who's a friend?  It all depends
If all you see if blue


Blue perhaps its you
Don't dig in deep cause you're blue too
I run apart, till a next year start
But here all is blue.


Blue, I might descend
And suffer things that none can mend
When its you I spurn, perhaps you'll learn
Don't dig when I'm blue.


Also, another random 4 line 4 stanza poem I scribbled on the next page:


Rending
Ticking
Whispering
Dying


Strands break
Bell rings
Opened eyes
Man dies


There is hurt
There is time
There is truth
There is life


Hurt is Freedom
Time is Eternal
Truth is Hidden
Life is Death

Still trying to figure out what I was going for there.


~Jared