the sky turns orange and pink
as the sunsets on another day
time rushing by
in a beautiful colour scheme
yet i cannot see

the sky turns dark blue and black
as the night falls upon the lands
this is my time
no colours to be seen
i can see everything clearer

the sky turns bright red, burning
as the sunrises on the next day
i stare intently
but the bars which hold me captive
continue to only provide grey

the skys turns blue and grey
as the day passes by
thunder and lightening sounding
the bars shudder but so not break
leaving me continuously blind

colourblind to life

nobody notices,
nobody notices the loss of heat,
from an insignificant candle,
on the mantlepiece

nobody notices,
nobody notices the dimming embers,
the slowly dwindling light,
of the flickering flame

nobody notices,
despite how close to the candle,
they may be
despite the fact they lit the candle themself

but still,
nobody notices,
as it slowly burns,
into

oblivion