My vision is only of gray.
“The world is a rainbow;” I know this for sure.
I’ve heard of the magnificent shades of human emotion.
I’ve seen them for myself, but I do not see in colour anymore.
I live within a personal orbit of dullness and nothing else.
I am not colour blind.
I have seen the wonderful amber and lavender
Of an early morning sunrise, the darling
Snow peaked coniferous trees in the winter, and
The swirling blue waves crashing against the seashore.
It is a mystery to me.
Often do I wonder when this phenomenon
Took place, when ruby reds became less vibrant,
The verdant greens abandoned their spark, and
The luscious pink I once loved lost its flair.
My vision is only of gray.
The world is a rainbow; I know this for sure.
There are magnificent shades of human emotion
That have been stripped from my canvas,
Just as the colours once so dear to me.
