Loneliness
Loneliness is purple
like the colour of the solitary last violet to die before winter.
It tastes of the
bitter tears of a child’s broken heart.
It smells of the scent
of your shame and fear.
It looks like a
deserted city long since abandoned.
It sounds like the
repeating footsteps of someone trapped in a deadly maze.
It feels like having a
birthday party but only you show up.
Joy
Joy
is yellow bright and vibrant like the sun.
It
tastes like the super juicy sweetness of strawberries
It smells like
the sweet
purple roses and freshly mown grass.
It looks like a happy summer
festival under the vibrant sun.
It sounds like twinkling bells in a
meadow of forget me not’s.
It feels like sand running between
your fingertips.
Trust
Trust is blue like the lapping waves of the
vast sea, calm rhythmic and reassuring.
It tastes like chilled water, satisfying
droplets of purity.
It smells like mints, bursts of vibrancy and
refreshment.
It looks like coils of metal chains, strong
and forever lasting.
It sounds like a waterfall, empowering but
peaceful.
It feels like a silky mink blanket, cocooning
and protecting. A sense of security.
By Bryanna Lingley
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