Go back to your black-and-white world
Void of color and warmth
And of depth and of passion.
Go ahead and crawl back behind
Pages of guilt and chapters of pain.
Hide your face with the cover
Of the latest Roth novel
And forget that color and fragrence
And feelings and senses
Exist.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
Go back to your black-and-white world
Void of color and warmth
And of depth and of passion.
Go ahead and crawl back behind
Pages of guilt and chapters of pain.
Hide your face with the cover
Of the latest Roth novel
And forget that color and fragrence
And feelings and senses
Exist.
This is a follow-up to a poem about color I wrote previously, "What Friends Are For". It's a personal piece, about a former friend who is color-blind who really took me for granted, especially after I invested in glasses for him to be able to see the world in color. It gave me a new perspective on cliché proverbs already floating around, but this one is mine: Not everyone will be able to see the color you bring into their lives, but that doesn't mean you aren't a colorful being.
