Me and My Blue

Battered and Bruised I screamed all alone

Hoping No one would hear my voice

I screamed at the Blue colored throne 

It paid no heed to my choice

Please pick me up from this bed of thorns 

It tests everyone whether old or newborns

I used to think its fun and cool

Now here I am sitting in my own stool

The more I try to get up, it thrusts me down

I try to cry it out, Teasingly says I won't come down

Save me from this mess and take me away

Please tell me the price, I will do whatever you say 

Drowsy and tired, Please give me some rest

Please give an inception to the cessation of these tests

The blue guy got up from the throne

But to my amazement it looked mortal, pale and brown

I was unable to decipher its exquisite detail

Whether it was a male or a female

It wanted to say something, I could hear not

Because may be someone or something, had made my ears rot

Now it started screaming and drowning in pain

Falling from height it held me by chains

The chains ripped its arm that seemed like a stick

Some liquid dropped on me that wasn't so thick

Tired and drowsy it sat down with me

And said in a dying voice, I have been in place of thee

And then it just vanished into thin air

Now who do I scream to, that life is not fair.