the grey has dulled the other colors in my pallete
diluted by murky water of the beauty drained before
dreary pallete with no colors nor taste
though the taste for excitement perseveres
grey sky to achromatic grass and trees
as if this cold was a hungry vampire
the sun is a risk,so he destroyed it
blood of trees and nature, the color they bring
all gone with the harsh bite of frost
though all is not lost
the artificial blood so carefully stored
stored away from the sun's bleach and the cold's bite
in my own little world I hold such brightness
comforting colors keeping track of the liveliness of life
if only just inanimate, they still inform me of life
for my own melanin has failed me these past months
taking vacation in some unknown area
the color of my environment keeps me sane
lost in the dark foggy abyss of what's real
the real is unsettling somewhat
the real used to bring so much excitement years back
now all we see is seasonal depression and gloomy days
dead from little to no interaction
to the day when this pendulum swings back
and the warm side feels hot in my hand
which so desperately craved it
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cosmic connections
Poetrythe fascination of life constantly occupies my mind. these are my interpretations, the realest of the real. deeper than the senses, this is how it all comes together. enjoy.
