Cold world
Icy hatred
Cut bonds
Bitter dawns
Lies and mistakes
And amidst it all
Your chest aches
With the heavy
Very heavy weight
It goes on
And on
The battle
And the struggle
To keep breathing
And to keep surviving
But for what
The question pops up
And the answers
Are hidden somewhere
How to start looking
How to recognize it
You don't know
Eyelids droop down
And slowly slide shut
You don't want to see
You don't want to look
At the ugliness
And the bland color
That bleeds over
And wraps the world
Into a bubble
Sleeping
And dreaming
Is the only way
It seems
To have a bit
Of color
A bit of feeling
While ignoring
Everyone
Who is leaving.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
