Shades of Gray

My beating heart is the only indicator that I'm alive. 

Inside I'm slowly fading as my soul turns from 

a world of vibrant colors to gray tones.

Trapped in an imaginary box that seems 

to be invincible. Banging my fists on the walls 

but I can't break through the surface.

Through shades of gray I see

a world of color, swirling as if

looking through a kaleidoscope.

My hands pressed against these walls

What seems to be a thin barrier between 

shades of gray and kaleidoscope colors.

So close, yet untouchable.

Held hostage in a world of my making

So desperately trying to escape

but my design is self defeating.

Maybe if I reach out, a hand on the 

other side of these shades of gray

could pull me through. Teach me 

how to live and breathe colors 

that have become unfamiliar.

Trapped in a box filled with shades

of gray, hands pressed against

these walls, eyes staring out.

Dreaming of living in kaleidoscope colors.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think :)

Reviews

[PaperHearts]

Amazing write! I absolutely loved this. :) There was something so delicate and so ornate about the way you described the whole situation, and I felt that the last line 'Dreaming of living in kaleidoscope colors.' was the perfect way to sum up the piece. Beautiful and awe-inspiring. A lovely poem,
~PaperHearts

[Kelley]

I liked your poem a lot Liz . If I was going to change anything about it it. It might be the last line to........Deaming of living in a kaleidoscope word.

Thanks for sharing.
Kelley

[Crow]

I think this piece is wonderful, such vivid imagery.