Graph Art Project

Dripping Through Time

 

By Emily Ritchie

 

The deep blue abyss is calling my name,

It is drawing me in

Closer,

And closer

 

As I am looking through my dulled edges

And my fading colors

I can always wonder what could have been

If only I had lasted a little longer

 

The bright mysterious blue taunting my every move

I wonder why I am not content

Is it because I am no longer the brilliant hue,

Or the focus in his eye?

 

He is always looking through the past

To see the future

Unable to stay in the present where I shine

 

I used to be what he drew

Before I inspired him

The water lilies was his muse

 

Staring into his eyes seeing nothing but blue

Feels me with darkness,

Draining my once brilliant hue

 

Knowing I am his past

Not his present

And not his future

My colors are dripping into to the deep dark blue