I see colors when I write
But they are shy and they
Keep in my head
They dance around in my brain
Scrambling the words I remember and
Driving me mad
A flurry of reds, blues, and
Greys,
Contrasts with the pictures my eyes draw
My world is dreary
A room lit by those
Old, dim lamps
I wish they didn't learn to dance
So I don't yearn for them
The colors I can only see when I write
The letters I type out they
Provoke me with their colors
"You can't join us,"
Of course not, I reply,
I'm alive, but the time will come
When I am but letters on stone
Maybe that's when I
Will feel most alive
As the colors in the letters are.
YOU ARE READING
The Bottom of The Sea is Dark and Lonely
PoesíaIn attempting to heal my wounds, Many more came to announce their arrival Etching their names onto the marble walls Of the grand palace in my wavering mind. So I sank deep, deep down into the depths Trying to find an escape. But the bottom of the se...
