I See Colors

Inside the darkness I see colors. Floating, hope is an imagination. Wishing to hear the echoes of the sounds I made while breathing. Back, is the silence that endless screams. Inside the darkness I see colors. Unreal as it seems, yet so real, it makes me believe, light Is the only relief. Inside these colors, I see darkness. unusual as it is, casualties are what it gives. Neglecting imagination, as it becomes punctuation. Inside the darkness I see colors. Hope is the imagination Light, the realization Reminds me that I still have faith, which becomes my inspiration.