Once Blue, Always

Nothing deeper.
Nothing bluer.
No river or lake.
No ocean could hold
the grief that filled his heart,
his soul, his very being.
The blues will consume,
and he was. The pain
might lessen over time,
but some part of him
would always know the blues.

This is my response to Day 21 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month at napowrimo.net, where we are asked to write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color.