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
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