The Stars Without Light

I sit here and ponder about the life that has pulled me forward with this excruciating sensation that has made me who I am. I used to see the world in black and white, and with a stern heart I did what was asked of me without question. I sit here staring in the midst of the Black Sea that was once stars and remember I am nothing without orders given to me, but small specks of dust on this breezy autumn day and I still see nothing but black and white. I will continue to dissipate away into nothing, and I will until I can no longer cope with this painful sensation of isolation. I would not bestow this curse on anyone; the feeling of loss of sight. The feeling of the stars that are dim with no light that stare down on you makes you feel so hopeless with a painful sorrow. It feels like trying to face off with the devil and your own demons by yourself with no one there to cushion your fall, but the deep Colorless ocean to dive into and drift away back to the flaming cage that was built for me. But these flames were not built by anyone else but myself. I've built my own cage to suffer in. Once the cage is opened and color comes flooding back through with someone pulling you out of that water you can finally see, breath ,feel and touch, once you can live, that someone will be that star who has light at last.