The Haze

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by RachealJane

by RachealJane

When the waves cease

From flowing through the walls,

The room gets painted in black.

And when I lay,with my eyes wide open

I see rays and beams of yellow

Hit the walls,

In disoriented shapes,

Scattered all over the place.

The green palm during the day,

Turns black when the light falls.

i see a purple light fill the room next door.

The pretty glare of it,

Visible from where I lay.

Hypnotized I lay,everyday.

Until the rays and beams of yellow

Fill my room,

Through the widely opened doors of my window.

But I realize

That the purple light was not a haze,

But the truth.