Colourcatcher
A shower of raindrups
destroying those yellow tulips
blue sky covered with dark grey clouds
desperatly trying to save her mind, wounded by thoughts
When the trees restarted blossoming
and the scrawl was bleached with golden strings
the colourcatcher sneaked in like an uninvited guest
there to steal the only thing she had
The gentle she was, the hard she tried
all signs of hope were out of sight
he caught thoughts and colours
left her with nothing, physical alive