Now I’m colorblind.
Black and white
paint my pictures for me,
photographs in my
mind, stained
to a dark shadow
on a white canvas.
I’ve lost any kind
of vibrancy,
no more colors to
light up my vision.
Everything is in B&W,
and I don’t know
how to fix it.
It’s like everything
has drained from my memory,
and I’m starting from square one.
But no one can see
this empty world,
but me.
No more reason to smile
at the beauty of nature’s paintbrush,
to giggle at the patterns
of the color schemes.
Looking through these eyes
just doesn’t
seem the same.
My sight has been set,
on something else.
Except I just don’t know
what it is.
If I could just find
bring the color back
into my eyes,
I might just be able
to find my smile.
Until then,
only black and white
echo in my eyes,
I’ll remain colorblind.
