A Rainbow losing its Pigment
Dedicated to the family members and victims of the Orlando Tragedy
When the moon kisses the seas,
The oceans turn red.
When the nation mourns the lost,
Our hearts turn red.
Night falls…
Eccentric pulses surging in the air.
Smilling bodies all around.
Lovely pigments dancing in and out of the lights.
Individual sparkles in the crowd.
Pigments cherished…
Pigments smiling…
Pigments dancing…
The bartender makes the last call.
Shots filling the bar top.
The night becomes alive.
“Everyone to the floor! Everyone to the floor!”
Pigments scattered…
Pigments hiding…
Pigments running...
Trapped in front of an exit.
Bullets aimlessly fly.
Screaming shots silencing lives.
A rainbow losing its pigment.
Pigments carried…
Pigments crying…
Pigments dying...
Lights illuminated the outside.
Stained clothes and minds filling the night
Smudged pigments screaming for help.
Wounded trying to survive.
Daytime rises...
No pulses linger in the hollow air.
Cellphones echoing all around.
Loved pigments laying lifeless on the floor.
Individual sparkles grayed out.
Awaken to the cry of devastation.
A nation’s heart breaks.
A tragic sound that echoes in history.
Souls rightfully remembered.
When the moon kisses the seas,
The oceans turn red.
When the nation mourns the lost,
Our hearts turn red.
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