Colors

It talks about memories

Colors...colors...colors

Fading into each other, flowing into me

My life becomes the canvas as my mind chooses the shade

Bright and happy, dull and sad

With the glittering deceptions of conjured illusions

watered down by the efforts of time

These colors they confuse me, they leave me in pieces

With bleeding hands I pick the shards,

I use my strength to tear away the painting

I then step into the void, 

I see darkness...I’m home

Author's Note

Its experimental with abrupt ending.

Reviews

[Malvika]

With the glittering deceptions of conjured illusions
With bleeding hands I pick the shards
My favorite lines.
I liked the use of the word shards and the meaning behind it. It was very relatable and impactful thank you for this great write.

[Malvika]

I think I missed the images you always put up in your poems

[Naval Tharun]

:D I'll make sure to add them from now on..