In your colourless world
Where only you exist
You're your own beast
And your own mind is a nightmare
Tears are dry and nobody seems to care
The Stars are at arm's length
One by one they die and lose strength
every time you touch them they turn off
Now everywhere is faint
So you get yourself some paint
Maybe your can colour your sky
Maybe you can make dead birds fly
You're excited and you grab your brush
You mix your colours up in a rush
Until you realize that all you have is black and white
And the last few stars keep losing their light
This world will forever be in shadows..
The good about it will ever be a shambles
In a dead world You're slowly dying
In a deep dark ocean you're drying
Hello beautiful😊 people, thank you for your support. I wrote colourless when I was in a sensitive moment. I decided to share it with you, I hope you like it and relate to it. Tell me how you interpret it in the comments section. Don't forget to vote
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
