"red"? "blue"? and "green"?
those are frightening things, for they are unknown to me.
"orange"? "indigo"? and "gold"?
when i hear them being mentioned, they don't strike a chord.
what is this "yellow" that you speak of? or that thing you call "brown"?
why can i not imagine them in my mind, and instead i wear a frown?
what are they?
why do you mention them when you point at the things that reside beside you?
why do i not know them?
what even is a "rainbow"?
why am i always extremely confused and laughed at when i cannot envision one?
why is my vision so miniscule, while everyone else's is so broad?
why can you see color, but i cannot?
why does your life consist of seven and mine of three?
"black", "gray", and "white"...the only colors that keep me alive.
"the monochrome" is what they call me, for only i see these colors alone.
YOU ARE READING
the monochrome
Poetrysome see only certain hues, some see the whole rainbow, but all i see are the shadows that surround them.
