He opens his eyes,
Seeing all the colors that fly.
Not seeing all the prying eyes that spy.
As the wonders starts to arise.A smile so wide or hurts.
The colors so bright.
He could not even feel their spite,
As his legs carried him away to the outskirts.The laughter so shrill,
It awoke a deep thrill.
As he dances without knowing.
The colors almost bowing.Their eyes following his motions.
As he seems to be puppeteered by his emotions.
For them the world so gray,
As they saw it all decay.His mind couldn't comprehend,
All the pain and cried.
So it slowly descend.
Into a madness so blind.
That his eyes were telling lies.
He just declined,
To be with all the "color-blind"
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my Poems
PoetryJust a book I will use to publish my poems. My poems mostly are about not happy topics like depression, loss, remorse, etc. But I do have a few happy ones.