Looking For The Best Metaphor Of Rest....

i am still looking
for a metaphor that best suits me

one that can put a good color to a
demise

of noble thoughts that
soon shall leave

all of us, i am still carefully sorting
scent, color,
shape,

and texture

what appears in my mind is purple
but it will be too royal when i am not

scarlet is a little bit scary

perhaps

while will do, it will be the scent of a flower
wilting

as the sun fades away to give way to the reign

of the princess of
darkness

darkness is not evil, it is a way of giving in
to sleep

that is sound and
eternal.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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