Amidst the flying colors , I absorb some red, yellow and blue
I mix them to create new art form on the walls surrounding me
I create happiness, I paint brightness
Its dark but I can still feel the light
You may say I am blind, but I still have memories
I circle around, I jump with joy
I hit my head and break my bones
Walls. Walls. Walls. I try to break them.
and finally when I finally crack them
I am all red and the yellow peeks inside
There I see now, all blue around
I forget them all as the times run
So consumed with the colors of the world
And then the memories slowing creeps
as the light dims
And brings dark to me again.

Her absence is my poetry