The Color of Perception
I have suffered blows even Satan doesn’t know
I have been chained until I’ve become deranged
My color is dark like the black clouds before a storm
With winds sucking parts of me I hold dearest
My bones have been broken, smashed into pieces
Once the rocks of my strength now the pebbles of my weakness
I have been misspoken
My words twisted into lyrics that don’t fit the music
Into verses that have no rhyme
My binds tighten with rope that scratches like sandpaper on raw
skin
I see no colors
No red cherry blossoms in the spring
No green trees with streaks of orange and yellow in autumn
Not even white like the first frost in December
Just black, the absence of life, the absence of color
But I am no duller, I will be unshackled
My shattered bones will heal into steel
And I will live a life of color
Where black doesn’t exist
Where black doesn’t exist
Where trees are red and cherry blossoms blue
Where snow is turquoise and clouds yellow
Where dogs are green and cats violet
Where sidewalks are magenta
Where people are orange
Where hydrants are purple
Where shadows are pink
I will live a life of color