A Life In Monochrome
Black or white?
How can that be? I’m sure
I see a kaleidoscope of colors.
But something is not right.
I can’t distinguish which is which.
They all look pallid white or ebon black.
I panic. Where are the rainbow hues?
All gone as if violent squalls of a mighty hurricane
Swept them off the face of a tempestuous earth.
I try to move about and shatter the confusion,
But all is pitch dark fog. I stop
For I can hear, oh yes I can hear
The breathing of someone in the room.
Where is it coming from? Who is luring there?
I can sense it in the corner, a shape darker than dark.
I freeze. Those eyes! Burning red.
I see it approaching, getting near.
I scream.
My wife touches me tenderly.
Another nightmare? Come we’ll have breakfast.
I rise and grasp my white walking stick.
All is stygian dark though I feel the soft white sun.
For I am bat blind.
Except minute faint white patches.
The rest is just tar black.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2022
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