Grayscale -- Poetry

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


This poem speaks of how we can sometime blind ourselves to the joys of life. How we can become used to seeing only the grey in life and not the vibrant colors that surround us every day, if only we
would care to look.

Submitted: August 22, 2018

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Grayscale

 

I lived in grayscale

For far to long.

Spectrums and wheels of color

Were distant

Far off

Forgotten memories.

I had lived in the cave of my soul

For so long,

That my lost eyes

Became comfortable

In bland gloom.

Hence,

I was blind to colors

Blind to blue joy

Lavender love

Maroon moods

Yellow happiness.

Blind to the vibrance

Of all that exists.

For I was trapped

In the grayscale

Of my depression.


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