Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

The colour has gone

by Chris Abbott

Sometimes I see her wading knee deep in life
I know she’s fighting the black mist of her mind
For a while it takes over and escapes into her life
I lose her in the darkness
The colour has gone

I search for that familiar person
I know it will take time
Then a hand reaches out and I feel warm again
We’ve found each other in the fog
For how long I do not know

I’ve so few answers in this mix of love and bad times
I wish I could put a compass in her heart,
So she’d always find her way
I hope the sound of my voice will help
But what if I don’t know what to say? 

Added: 26.04.2010

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