Color, what is it and how do we find it?
Color is bland without the right tools.
Color has to be mixed very precisely,
Color all mixed together is work of a fool.
Color isn't beautiful just as a visual,
Color isn't just something you can see,
Color is important for us to really be alive.
Color has a doorway, and there's a key.
Color has to come from somewhere else.
Color comes from a person, place, thing.
Color is the cemetery where they reside.
Color is the sound of a voice that sings.
Color is the toy you held as a small child.
Color is a different meaning to everyone.
Color without these things disappears.
Color is something that belongs to none.
Color resides in the soul, not the eyes.
Color has disappeared from me again.
Color no longer has a place to me.
Color is something so hard to obtain.
Color is something so easy to mislay.
Color to me was not just any person
Color to me was a glimmer of hope,
Color loss to me is my life to worsen.
Color was a soul that mirrored my own.
Color is gone and it's hiding far away.
Color will always be what I miss.
Color, I hope it'll come back one day.
YOU ARE READING
Specks in my eye
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry from over the years. I have used it to cope with many things throughout my life. I like being able to put words to how I feel. Please be aware this will touch on sensitive topics seeing as it is a coping mechanism f...
