Psyche Art

Blue wraps around me like a silent sea,
A weight on my chest, a place I can’t flee.
The sky has gone dim, the stars are out of view,
I walk through the world with a heart of blue.

It lingers like fog, soft and deep,
A feeling that lulls me, pulling me to sleep.
I search for a spark, for a flicker of light,
But the blue keeps me tethered, far from the bright.

I wear it like clothing, a cloak in the night,
Not sadness, but something that doesn’t feel right.
A calm sort of ache, a quiet kind of tune
That hums in the corners, beneath the moon.

Yet even in this, I know it will pass;
The blue will fade like a cloud through the grass.
Soon, I will remember, with colours anew,
That even the darkest of blues turns to hue.

A Crucifixion
She walked in light too bright to hold,
A silver flame in seas of gold.
The world adored, the world betrayed,
And cast her name in fleeting shade.

They crowned her queen, then stole her throne,
Left her weeping, cold, alone.
They wrote their truths in ink and lies,
Then watched the fire in her eyes.

She gave them dreams, she gave them grace,
A painted smile, a weary face.
Yet every whisper, every slight,
Chipped away her wings of light.

She danced, she laughed, she bore it all,
A beauty bound to rise, to fall.
But fame’s embrace is laced with chains,
A lover sweet, a love that drains.