The Life of a Lonely Colour

The poem is about how we view life in its different spectrum as much as we see colors , its hard to understand that we forgot what was really there please enjoy

The colours of a

lonely one

I'm just a lonely pigment

trying to find a heartbeat that somehow corresponds to the same frequency as mine

As much as i try to look at things in a different spectrum

The only colours i seem to see are  grey and black

And as much as i see everyone with flying colours

New jobs

new relationships

And new view on life itself

But for me…

I smoke to numb what colours i still have left in my eyes

And i smoke to fade into a world where colours are more vibrant than i  knew once before  

And as i wander the world , looking at the objects that meant the most

But yet they ozee the lifeless colours that i've seen to become to unlawfully used to now

And just as a artist would, i try and see the wonders and problems  this world as got to offer in a different perspective

But yet the different angles on life still don't render how uncaptivating my life has really become

And as i smoke and my lungs begin to fill

It reminds me we all dieing from a problem that we once thought

Wouldn't be a diplomatic decision for ourselves

And as much as we put a smile through the worse of times

The cracks we call problems slowly destroy us from the inside - out

We just don't know it yet

Infact, most of us have been so used to seeing the rainbow and all its glory

We forgot their was never a pot a gold at the end of it

Just answer we didn't want to never know

And to never  wanted explore

See the thing with colour is,

To much of it and we are blinded by what was already there

Just as life itself

We are blinded but what we see , and not what was really there,

For i am just a lonely pigment,

Trying to find a heartbeat that somehow corresponds to the same frequency as mine...

Joe Maund

Author's Note

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