Gray.
The starkness. Bleak.
Unemotional.
What is left of me?
The emptiness.
It’s cold so I lay on the rug.
The only thing
with comforting texture.
Comfort.
The shag rug feels like
the silk of a cats fur.
Plush.
Comfort.
I bury my head
into the floor
to keep the walls
from closing in on me.
It’s too bright.
I can’t see.
Gray.
White.
Who wrote these colors into the script.
Bring me a color to free me.
What happened that led me to freak ?
What happened that led me to freak ?
White is but a cloud.
Gray, the storm before.
Frightened she clings
to the shag on the floor.
Please, please don’t do this to me.
Bring back the colors.
The Red. The Yellow. The Orange. The Pink.
Please, please don’t do this to me.
Bring back the colors.
The Red. The Yellow. The Orange. The Pink.
Red You are simplistically Bold
and yellow stays scared.
and yellow stays scared.
Cling to one another.
You have already overcome this fear.
Orange
you thankful
He Released you
from this fear?
Or dare I Say
So harness me in this room
Confine me if you will.
But give me a moment.
I will never sit still.
So harness me in this room
Confine me if you will.
But give me a moment.
I will never sit still.
Here
is where it becomes real.
Out shoots the hues
The glorious sight
Out shoots the hues
The glorious sight
The Rainbow of Promises
The Rainbow of Promises
Brought on by
His Delight.
Brought on by
His Delight.