Crying
My pain is a stormy sky staining the canvas with tears of yellow, black, green and red.
The yellow drops are from the times I hadn't the courage to do the right thing and caused pain to those that loved me who looked on with bewildered saddened eyes.
Black tears derive from the shameful colour of my heart. These are the remnants of a power mad man who hadn't the humility to admit that I was wrong and change my hurtful ways. My pride was the fuel that made others around me weep; and I didn't care because I was right.
Teardrops of green flowing down the trees are the heartaches I carry with me from my youth, when I was the center of the world. Nothing could ever stand in my way.
Red is a fiery rage that leaves only ashes of people as I burn through lives soaking the trees with their blood. These tears are of the endless wailings in my soul; an ongoing suffering that never will cease.