Colorblind Sun

I am the painter of fate

Inking my intertwined paths

To the Sun

Who rises colorblind

In between notes of clouds

Look deep into my soul

My irises are the

Color of insanity

I drift from room

To room

Dress clinging

As I scribble on the walls

With broken crayons

That the sun

Will not, cannot, see

Reviews

[Alexx Wake]

I enjoyed reading!
I especially adored the last few lines,
"With broken crayons that the sun will not, cannot, see."
Something about it just pierced my perception...
Good read!

[sweetbuddha]

Thank you for reading :) I am glad you enjoyed it!