The world around me is dark,
so verry dark,
All around I see what people call colours,but I fail miserebly to identify them,
For me its all just grey and black and I wonder just why?
Do people see me Or just see through me like I don't even exit alongside them??
I hope I could tell , request them to see me, just as ME,
I wonder if my life would be different......... different than it is, if only if I could see colours as it is like everyone.
Family, friends, companion..
mere words for people around me,
But an unreachable dream , just a dream for me...
Near yet so far, very far away from me and my reach, like a distand star in the vast galaxy...
World for me appears so complex,
With its puzzles, mysteries and unending questions,
I search for answers everywhere ....
But it only leads me further to my cold, isolated pit of self-doubt and loneliness....
I desperately request to my inner being, to people around me to see me and not just see past me,
And hear me and my little squeaky voice among other loud noise..
help me fill my world with colours and songs...
Before I am swallowed by my inner demons,
Before its too late and I become a swadow ,a shell of a person I once was,
Before I say my last goodbye as the REAL me....
Before I start to welcome the darkness that is winning over me....
the cold and sinister darkness that started to brew in me....
YOU ARE READING
Grey
PoetryPoem describing inner feelings of a person going down the road of depression....feelings of loneliness,black and grey and being all alone in the world filled with people.
