Blue

The walls that surround me,
Are nothing but made of blue.
And how hard it seems to be,
To not stain my own skin too.
I long for golden rays,
To warm my now cold cheeks.
Those happy yellow days,
Now become all that I seek.
Two hues fighting to exist,
Create the windows to my soul.
Some gaze in only seeing bliss,
For others my thoughts unfold.