Of Shadows that Define Me

Of all that is yellow
Of all that is red
And everything in between
The saffron that kills me.

Of all that is blood
Of all that is sun
Amid it, in the centre
The struggle that violates me.

Of all that is dead
Of all that is green
And the wasted youth
That mocks me with that grimace.

Of all that is gone
Of all that is to come
And the fleeting moment
Which shadows all of that which define me!