He blinded me,
And made me look through a kaleidoscope
With only the lenses he chose: grays and muted blues.
For I could only see the colors reflected off of my dying psyche.
When people asked me what my favorite color was
I would say the only one I was allowed to see,
Blue.
Most would like a sky blue
Or a deep navy
Or a teal
Or a robin's egg blue
But I would describe a muted blue.
One that felt like the light of the world
And the depth of the universe
Had been stripped away
Leaving only this remainder of color.
That's how I felt.
The world was stripped away from me
There was only him.
No light could shine in,
But he blinded me so darkness was nonexistent as well.
There was only a remainder of color
My past life,
My old self,
Left for the eye to see.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Mad
PoesíaThe title says it all, just some different poems that go from my brain to you. (Cover not done by me, done by the amazing @LaurenDMSmith)
