COLOUR SCHEMES

03 20 02

dear
born and yet
you don't feel
altogether real
in your mother's coat
or your tattoos
of desperate decoration
rewarding you with how
delusion feels
from the knowledge
of the feel
of disillusion
dear
is it that i sound
like a player
in the ruleless game
of hearsay
you know i don't know your friends
and don't tell me
you have none
they are why you are aware
of all the colours on your skin
like a spectrum
unable to escape
dear
treading paths of quicksand
for the feel of walking
hand in hand
away from the sniff
of the public nose
dear
are you sure
you aren't skinnydipping
stripping off your mother's coat
with unconscious claws
that's how it looks to me
from the view of your knees
well at least i can still see
the colour schemes
signifying me
and my hopes
while i swim
in the black gut of blindness
digesting and regurgitating me
only long enough
to graze the pressure
of my forthcoming
phantom company

Reviews

[afra]

good job ...keep writing

[kublakhan27]

Many thanks XD