The Color Amarillo

The Color Amarillo

Amarillo is the color of chrysanthemums my Spanish 101 professor said

Suddenly, my mind filled with flashbacks of a time of torment

Yellow, a color so pale like my old man’s skin kissed by snowflakes

In that winter day, when he lay down staring at me with a mute face

The snow so white, the blood so red, the lips purple, the skin so pale

I see it so clearly in the classroom; clearer than through a magnifying glass

I breathe-in the cold air; and the snowflakes, as I did on the day of torment

His eyes turned gray still watch me sharply, piercing through the crystalline tears

His legs teetering; his voice, oh so quietly whispering,- still echoes in my ears

I stare out of the classroom’s window at the weeping willow’s yellow leaves

Clouds of fog sit still above the willow, and I begin to heavily breathe

Fall is here and winter nearing, and so is the cloud of anguish upon my soul

My mind so gloomy my body weary, I wish, I could have done more

Then, I was just a child, forced to watch those men dressed in gray

As they drained out bits of your life; all I could do was scream and pray

I prayed God, prayed, and prayed some more, till the last drop of hope died in me

I gave up on Him, and faith, and everything I was ever ought to believe in Thee!

The snow so white, the blood so red, the lips purple, the skin so pale

Flash in my head day and night like a broken record stuck on replay