Short story.

Taking up the writing challenge round 36.

This poem is about experiencing a "bad trip." it describes the effects that LSD or other drugs may cause.

"I could compare my music to white light which contains all colours. Only a prism can divide the colours and make them appear; this prism could be the spirit of the listener."
- Arvo Part.

Colors, swirling, sickness.

Singular, unique and appreciated. That’s you. This poem is for you.

Remember the indigo.

Monochromatic shades, photographic memories, baby boy, "Blue Moon" "Moon Indigo" blue waters, Bluebells, blue bonnets, blue skies, bluejays, I’m blue.

This is what I see when I look at a rainbow.

A poem about people that are hard to forget.