Beige

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Note from author: this is personally one of my favorite works of mine 


Beige



Travesty overcome by little else but life's muses, it's jokes.

A pit in my stomach.

Deep, dark, and lukewarm. Black.

Black is bottomless. Bottomless yet blinding in its darkness.

Wanting to cover every aspect, everything becomes shattered and black.

I was the joke.

Something wet falls down my face and silently tastes salty on my lips.

The tears fell.

That moment when my head feels empty,

The thought of a thought hurts.

Breathing slowly, the motions of the day pass by

like a pure white dove falls from the sky.

White is too bright, overcomes everything in its path.

Egotistical, overrated, dependent, needy.

I wanted to call out but there too was no sound.

Reaching out but everyone is looking away. So resigning myself to the silence,

I wait.

For someone to look down from their white pedestal and see my lowly form,

To take a pity I do neither want nor deserve.

To envelope my darkness with not even white, but maybe a cream or a beige.

Beige is a nice color. Not too demanding, silently accenting the walls.

Seen, hardly, but is never truly heard.

It's a quiet color, like myself. I was meant to be quiet.

That's what they say.

So,

Here I am.

Quiet as you have asked.

Really, I never want to hurt anyone.

I would, will, can do anything.

Just for You to smile.

Say goodbye to me tonight and maybe, just maybe,

I'll stay beige. 

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