Hemlocked Heart

Looking at the blank white page
I get lost in thoughts and turn away
Wishing for emotions, brood in gray,
Making iris art from today’s rage.

I regret it for a moment, all the same,
When I started violet violent games, 
I picked up the pen to wreck the line
I’ll meet Euterpe under lilac skies, next time.

Forget periwinkle plans and throw a fit
Fighting for my life to find a rhyme
I know now that I folly plays with frail minds
Only start so I can scrap it.