Crayons

A small lonely child, she sits and puts her crayons on the floor Separates colours into light and dark, happy and sad she muses Packs away all the bright happy crayons There's no room in life for such frivolity For all she sees is the dark looming Her rainbows are all coloured in deep blues and crimson There's no sun, no warmth, just a huge dark crescent moon Figures in her pictures have no eyes, they don't see her anyway She's invisible as if she exists on another plane A single tear escapes her eye, rolling silently down a tiny cheek She captures it in her hand, even her tears are colourless A true reflection of the emptiness within Picking up the happy crayons she tosses them away With them all her dreams and expectations She turns and walks away, no one notices Disappearing into the welcoming shadows Into that dark familiar place