I sit on the brown couch of a big room.
I am surrounded by bright yellow walls.
Yellow is the color of sunshine,
Yet I feel only black shadows looming over me.
Outside there are people walking the streets,
All dressed in orange, blue, and black.
Light and dark are constantly arguing.
I hear shouting, pounding on the pavement, the winter jacket material rubbing together as people walk.
I see the lights.
Red, White, Blue, Yellow.
All at once it stops.
The noise is gone.
The lights stop shining.
Everyone is gone,
Yet the air remains red with anger and fear.
The next morning, people ask how I can sense these shadows,
When there are people more afraid than me who cannot.
They wonder how someone with yellow walls could understand.
But white and black do not care.
They lighten and deepen at will.
Even the most vibrant cannot stay that way forever.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
I sit on the brown couch of a big room.
I am surrounded by bright yellow walls.
Yellow is the color of sunshine,
Yet I feel only black shadows looming over me.
Outside there are people walking the streets,
All dressed in orange, blue, and black.
Light and dark are constantly arguing.
I hear shouting, pounding on the pavement, the winter jacket material rubbing together as people walk.
I see the lights.
Red, White, Blue, Yellow.
All at once it stops.
The noise is gone.
The lights stop shining.
Everyone is gone,
Yet the air remains red with anger and fear.
The next morning, people ask how I can sense these shadows,
When there are people more afraid than me who cannot.
They wonder how someone with yellow walls could understand.
But white and black do not care.
They lighten and deepen at will.
Even the most vibrant cannot stay that way forever.
