Blinded by black
Could you be surrounded by a million faces,
Yet see nothing, just masses and beams?
Watch them laugh, smile and be, from the shadows.
While you cringe with envy.
Tracing their every move.
The curve of their lips in glee.
The shadows cast in the depths of amber,black,brown,grey and green.
Such reckless emotion, so easily revealed.
It calls to you, mockingly.
Unaffected, not tempted, you walk away.
The warmth of words and hearty gleams
Could call for an eternity but it wouldn't mean a thing, not to you.
Not to a heart made of steel.
As the seasons pass,
The White, orange and yellow scream
That hardly ever matters to someone who can see only black.
Living the monochrome dream.
Should you walk a path, as a lonely being.
A lovely flower laced road
With rose beds and lily baths, splashes of colour and purity.
All crumbling as you breathe.
For nothing remains in the beauty of a flower once it rots, dies and no longer breathes.
Like a body stripped of it's soul
Wandering, with no purpose
Forever, only watching, never to touch or to feel.
I once was full of colour
Full of life, colour and free
But my mind stole that away
And left me to watch it float by like a dream.
Finally dying, finally free.
As a parting gift would you give me what I need?
Would you trade places with me?
So finally, I could feel.
Copyright © Amanda Miller